OBVIATED RIGAMAROLE
So what if I obviated your rigamarole
by a bullet to the head? No one would
really care, and I'd be glad to be gone.
Out of that one, off the edge.
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Here in Montevideo, I can hardly
move. The almost homeless lady
is always bothering me. Her car
sags on its tires, and it isn't even
hers! She talks too much for me.
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Everyone makes me uncertain now
of this world; mouths all flapping,
like flags unfurled.
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