HERE WE SLEEP
Once, long ago, it was anthrax;
now it's anything else - lies, bad
arithmetic, pornography, cheap
exaltation, and lies again. It all
works, and no one cares.
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You can kill anyone now, and
in any way you choose. I myself,
am sick of tattoos. They kill me.
I'm tired of the clowns who get
them, overly strenuous ones too
(I'd always thought the idea was
the perfection of an understated
elegance, but that's lost now), and
then have to wear Summer clothes
in Winter so as to show them off.
Assholes, you know....everyone's
got one.
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I'm also sick of journalism, and
Nancy Pelosi too, and Donald
Trump, and Joe Biden. And Nancy
Pelosi's daughter too, Alexandra.
I'd had personal experience with
her, and she's a monster-jerk. She
lives on W. 10th; and it's all so
strange. While I'm spouting, who
let Bernard Sanders in this temple?
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Here we sleep? Or have I gone mental?
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