I AM A POOR,
WAYFARING STRANGER
(But that doesn't mean your life
is in danger. I have my strong-suits
too): I like driving fast in a stolen
car. Very fast in fact. So far, no
haphazard mishaps have happened
haphazardly to me, or not, either
way, the clown pops up when you
crank that handle. Like one of those
kid toys with the Jack, in the box.
Pop goes the weasel. Devoid of
all props; the show must go on.
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Aw, go on. Tell us what you really
mean to say. I fell asleep this morning,
on the Staten Island Ferry. Hey! They
could not wake me up, so they threw
me overboard instead. Full fathom
five, and those were pearls that
were. His. Eyes?
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