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Dogville Welcome to the chalked tangle, welcome to the dead mine, to the unelmed street, the dead seat of the unthroned. Where the bog darks. You do not have a visa? Go to the wall, or better yet, a cell. You do not have a constitution in your pocket? The buzzer emphatically screams. Go to hell. Believe, oh infidel, in the apodictic right of freedom's lie, of the unconstrained pursuit of happiness into the labyrinth of the dog's tail. *** |
March, smile, wave. The scag unfurls into the eagle's might. A president descends into pitch black. Everyone says please and thank you. Off with the shoes. Spread those legs. Aim high. We're all in the all-together since slammed and burned. You didn't know? Not the difference between gizmo and Gitmo? And Elmo! He's our king! or is it Spongebob of the Squarepants? March, march, to Ur, to Kabul, to Baghdad beneath a bloody rag. ***
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