Monday, January 13, 2014

4915. THE KILLING TORCH

THE KILLING TORCH
Light the fires Rubenstein, let's go up to
the attic. You can read your Yeats and
I can read my Auden. I'll hoi-polloi the
potato soup for you, and you can unwrap
the pillage and the scone. Tea or coffee,
we'll figure out later, when the girls comes
over. How's that go, 'you take Betty, I'll take
Sue'? Quit tapping on the ledge, you make
me nervous. Quit tapping on the ledge,
you really make me nervous.

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