OH IMPASSE
Do you know me now? I am that rich man,
remember, passing through the camel's eye.
No, no, sorry, I am that rich man passing
through the eye of the needle. I think that
was it. Now I have sundry manifestations
of both doubt and angst. I ate my own ennui.
Drank my bottled stew. Savored every piece
of guilt I found. The girl in the yellow mantilla,
I remembered her name as Maria. She answered
with a smile. Now, some time later, all that's
past is over. I am done. I am finished. Five
years in April Arms Prison was my sentence.
Fifteen hundred men, sitting around mostly,
watching porno on government computers.
What a mess is this, oh what a mess is this.
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