4409. I CAN INHABIT THIS PLACE UNTIL IT KILLS ME TOO

I CAN INHABIT THIS PLACE

UNTIL IT KILLS ME TOO

Now counting the numbers : there are

police with clickers watching me pass,

and - oh yes - there's a camera overhead,

and we live in a land of pigsties and inkstains

for brains where the ruling clients of the Holy

Land can steal you blind and laugh about it

on your own TV screen. With pleasure, of

course, you will be the one applauding.

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Why is it I count myself not yet among the

dead but not glad among the living? Every

tendentious thing I've ever been told, from

grade-school on until now I am old, has

been but lies and fables, untruths and

cant. And I'm sick of it all as well.

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Now counting the numbers : the

fifteenth slob from the end will

be the last one to go.