The Greatest Trick
You know when I am sleeping.
You know when I am awake.
Big Brother…
I know who you are.
You have a song in your honor—
congratulations: Fred Krueger does too.
If we do not have a fireplace
then we have no chimney…
so there must be
a lock pick or glass-cutter
in that goodie-bag of yours.
B & E is a criminal offense
in this great, democratic republic.
They say you’re coming to town.
Fine, whatever flies your sleigh.
Tell you what: come on by.
I promise to have a nickel plate
of freshly baked bullets for you,
who knows when I am sleeping
and knows when I am awake.
Big Brother…
I know who you are.
P.S. — César Chávez wants to chat
with those elves that work for you.
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