ALL AS FAKE AS
THE LIMBS ARE REAL
Tired of all this Boardwalk fraud,
the taffy and the cotton candy man
get pushed aside for someplace else.
Go, just go. We have the flower lady
now, and that clown with egregious
limbs to look at. Fraud pervades the
story. You never were born where
you say you left. I can vouch for
your comfort, but I won't.
What is all this drivel : Madame
Soserious again? She has turned up
the hangman card, for my future, as
dull as the dead; she shrieks though,
and cries aloud! Toiling men who
are taking down the beach tents;
they are getting dragged through
the sand. Little by little I realize:
all things here are the same.
And this is now a foreign land,
this is a foreign land once more.