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BLACK LIGHT ON SHOELACES

A fan of close harmony has
Commandeered the jukebox for miles
And miles and miles of aisles
And my sister has joined the ranks
Of recommenders of Fight Club,
At least she thinks American Beauty’s
Weird, that should make chaperoning
Her the coming week that much
Getting James off the rush hour A
Screaming it felt better to hear
The angry sleepy woman’s son
Six months older sobbing too.
Kids down low hate crowded trains
The way the book buying public hates
Being told to think oops in re
Their ideas of life and I don’t
Guess I’d call it hate as much as
The creeps in the face of Biodiversity
Exhibits cheering on the big extinctions
Jesus! Give me the Hall of Darkness
Any day.