BEAST OF BURDEN
'I have all the beastly luggage of this
miserable world strapped to my back.'
How's that and what are you saying?
A butterfly heart and gadfly limbs you
should have instead. Go, go, enjoy.
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I suppose, if I were Jesus, I'd be obligated
to take your burden, unstrap the bags from
your bag and carry them myself. But I'm
not. I am, instead, something quite plain
and unspectacular here : a nigger from the
ghetto, a cripple with no legs, a guy who's
dying of some plague disease, a bent-back
millionaire who's had a stroke.
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See where that leaves me? And I have to
listen to you? 'I've got all the burdens of
this miserable world strapped to my back,
I can't walk, I can hardly crawl; it's such a
burden I can't do anything at all.' Yes, yes,
again, I thought that's what you said.
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