THE WAY THOSE
The way those paparazzi push
and shove, I'd like to break
their window : the anxious hut
they live within, has glass where
concrete should be. Their push
and shove for just the glimpse,
the slovenly idol eating, or
drunk and falling. And then.
And then. Their cathedral
of commerce? The supermaket
check-out line? How grand,
oh, how sublime.
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