REMONSTRATING FOR RELIEF
Line up the ogres and shoot the pests. We've got
nothing left to lose. I am standing in the corridors
of power, yet can find nothing here. Every president
has died twice. Look at the cameos on the purple wall.
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Virginia rolls into the countryside where people died;
Maryland breaths its last. Every Spotsylvania dinnerplate
is spotless. The horses here are holding their breath.
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Power has a palaver of its own. Lamp-lights can be
dimmed so that the lower light of thoughtfulness shines :
'Wake me later', the small man says, standing on a thick
book, retrieving his height, enforcing his fight. All this
toughness yet must be seen, again and again and again.
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It was a long time ago when some Pope named Paul, was
it, came to New York and stayed at the guesthouse of the
Plaza Hotel. 'Holy shit!' he was heard to exclaim, 'this
place is haunted for sure. Look at the cameos on
this purple wall, I swear they are moving again.'
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