AS I FOLDED THE PAPER
THE PAPER WAS GONE
Joe Mitchell, Up the Old Hotel, and ah!
what a grand life this is. I for sure want to
live to tell about it. Every hanging I attend
I make sure to disrupt. People aren't funny,
but they're always corrupt.
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Now the razor-wire scorches the Mexican
coat-rack: fifteen bodies found dead in a
truck - heat and exhaustion, in this
strange math, equal death.
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Once this was a lively place; now it's
just another New York. People aren't
funny, but they always talk.
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