IN MUFTI
Kemal Ataturk had his head blown off : the rising waters
took his wives away, the dragon ate his children. It's just
like that in a world of gloom. This lonely tavern here is
making me blue. Outside the door, people are passing,
and all those girls in their hot-weather clothes; they too
make me blue. All I get is a weather map on the TV
above my head. How bored can I be? It's no wonder
then that my hysterical mind makes strange things up.
I want to be your tarpaper shack. I want to have
your children. 'Give me another, Mac.'
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