NO NEED FOR THAT
The last guy met on 24th street
was a dead man with a needle in
his eye. Extreme west, extreme
needle. Some people go out hard,
just the way they came in; others
soft like the baby they were.
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The cavalcade of extreme measures
wears a long cloak of historically
dubious matter : crusades, massacres,
and the rest. The way mankind gobbles
that stuff up is funny; those 12th street
students walking with their books.
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Like lefty stalwarts of an indignation
they'd never know, they pounce to
banter about rights and wrongs. Idiot
edges of the very same coin; they
chow-down instead on implemented
foods and money sent by Mama.
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I used to sing in dulcet tones.
Now I simply scream.
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