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I'm charmed yet chagrined by this misunderstanding-- 
As when, after a riot, my city's smashed-in stores appear all
Boarded up, billboarded over, with ads for wind-insurance. 
Similarly, swimmingly, I miss the point. You too?

And my misunderstanding doesn't stop there, it grows--soon
I can't see why that sudden influx of fugitives,
All the world's escapees, rubbing themselves lasciviously against the
       Berlin Wall.
They stick like placards to it. Like napalm. Like ads for--

And me, I haven't even bought my biodegradable genitalia yet! 
No. I was born slow, but picking up speed I run through 
Our burnt-out streets, screaming, refusing to buy a house. 
Finally, exasperated, the misunderstanding overtakes me, snatches
       up

Handcuffs. So now here I am, found with all you others
Impatiently craning, in this queue that rumors out of sight up ahead
       somewhere,
Clutching our cash eager to purchase whatever it is, nervous
As if bombs were about to practice land-reform upon our bodies,

Redistribution of eyes, toes, arms, here we stand. Then, some new
       Age starts. 

Added: 20 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 25 May 2012 10:26 PM | Viewed: 2825 times

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