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Nothing a haughty colossal pool party for
the grandest imperialist poobahs of western
parliament (those high-flying prestidigitators)
& a few good grains of ice-ten couldn’t fix.
Why is it that the most obvious of fancy-pants
foibles ore the far blameless are so un-fathomable
for Oh Great Cosmic Repairman Jay to dole-out
universal cleansings & venous wry taps but a
nose ring here, a tattoo there, a 69 here & a
tittybar there is toppermost … to the fix gig
She… SO fell upon his head with a rod & a short
sharp shock to the temblor-soul sod, o done doled!
But NO, it just keeps goin down, down, down,
down, compiling wares for the worst as the
whole and the wholeness of the best o the
bestest watch the root rot take hold o our
heady good soil in notions of world domination
Fckerz’ll nevah evah learn to play nice in the sandbox
‘cause playing nice haz nevah evah been an option 4 the
tormented souls who cannot sleep alone in the darkness, o
oh-OH say can u see … by the dawn’s early light ….hey,
have you seen the dawn? I mean…really seen it lately?
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I was surprised and mawkishly heartbroken. I am always moved by that seldom-used treasure, the sweetness with which most girls can sing.
The girls sang “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” I am not likely to forget very soon their interpretation of the line:
“The hopes and fears of all the years are here with us tonight.”
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