READING APOPLEXY
Some crazy guy in an amplitude
suit was wielding a hammer at me.
I disarmed him with a chainsaw,
and just kept going. Not to besmirch
his reputation, but he pretty much
just looked like an ass, not really
knowing what he was doing. Now,
you might say, 'What's an amplitude
suit?', and I'm not going to tell you.
The people who ask questions like
that are the same ones who go to
Open-Mic Poetry Nights at their
local Town Hall Arts Center and
really shake things up with their poems
about ice cream and malls, and the
broken-hearted schoolmarms in old
Wappingers Falls; who turn nasty
when they're green, and angry
when left lonely - those dishrags,
those floorboards, those sinks.
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