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beware the enemy who can
fart your national anthem
it was a mob scene at the microphone
kill him kill him they laughed
nobody wanted to miss the show
a perfect blend of pandemonium and bliss
sound bites took their ears off
but how else can one enter the future
with enough for gas money 
a basket of Chinese takeout and a cigar for the road
I wasn't free as a kid either
trying to live happy with an unhappy soul
we're going to be a brave scout
aren't we little boy
the place was crawling with dilettantes
NazI pederasts and machine politicians 
parents now hunkered down and on the run
from the children bounty hunters
this is the era of retribution
officer Claudia held her gun on him
I need as a minimum a fat 8 inches
can we do business she murmured 
OK I'll take achoo as meaning yes
wishing only to stay true to my vow
keep a poker face no matter what
certainly I know right from wrong officer
having tested them both thoroughly
under laboratory conditions of course
on the normal frequencies
it seemed to do the trick
it's a trick of light because light is proof
all is rumored is a good disclaimer
another night of sinister symbols
broadcast across my eyes 
in a Japanese bukkake tourist accident
I'd like to make a withdrawal
from my camera account now
when the steam pipes blow
and the manhole covers blow
so life is an insane riddle then
so if right and left marry 
will the kids have two heads


From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/

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