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Comrade Tie rollerskates to pólice Horses hoofs Piss on the grim parade From the roof Of the dept store Slip a fortune cookie note That reads ´give me liberty or death Or chicken chow mein ´ In the pocket of a Passing pope Arm the homeless With pitchforks & direct them to the Castle on the hill Bite the earlobes Of the palace guards But not too hard Just enough to let Them know We means bizness Free the geese & turkeys From their Christmas cages Bring back the cat & the white rhino too Buddy Bolden´s trumpet Audible from a mile & a century away Will be our huntsman´s cry Tally Ho! Tough time to be a Fox in ermine That day Chase the elusive Trane Down 52nd street Bring down a plane With the third eye Laser Crash landing with Ray gun sparks Beneath Balls to convention Let´s nudge Michelangelo’s Elbow Shout theatre in a Crowded fire Squirt soda water In destiny´s face I´m mad as hell but Then hell is mad Let´s push Larkin´s Work toad under The 39 bus & give all The blessed angels Something to sing About Let them fear King Ludd & kabouters Slack men in Boiler rooms Reading yesterday´s Paper Comrades Fellow travelers Come & let´s dance On the green But first take off Your shoes & throw them Into the Machine

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