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Watching Letterman it occurs to me
Maybe there's a point to all these poems
Other than each one's appearance at muster
In an army of feelings, thoughts,
And other psychic unplaceables,

The comedians blame the marketing
But I like the musicale
Want to go on shaking
The tree for honey, the tears
For a need for attention the which

Make me wonder when the secret
Will start telling us lies about
The dinosaurs, angels, and oxygen --
The hooligan at Houlihan's, hoodlum
At Muldoon's wine...