Thursday, June 29, 2017

9691. A BIT OF A DEARTH

A BIT OF A DEARTH
There are a lot of things going around :
Pretty much, you name it, it's there -
disease, rumor, innuendo, sickness 
and death all together. There are
chartists and amortization tables
and things of that nature  -  they
watch all this stuff. Burning a candle
dispenses a flame, but they search for
smoke. It's a dead giveaway for dead
giveaways. Actuarial tables, telling
me on what day I should be dying.
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Just outside Trenton, there's a real river of
fire; or, well, stream, meandering brook,
whatever the small things are called.
They used to smelt iron there, in the old
industrial revolution days, when Trenton
made and the world really did take. 
Locomotives, steamboats, overland
wagons, wooden sticks and boxes for
matches, ladies undergarments.
Roebling, wire-rope, steel magnates
coming into town for a week, staying
at one of the grand hotels, to make deals.
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And probably to check out ladies undergarments
again  -  once for business and once for pleasure.
Double your pleasure, double your fun. Life's
twice as good with Doublemint Gum. I want
to think that's how glum advertising began.
Forced into a necessity with no way out,
with that small river of fire coursing by.

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