2000
CONCESSION SPEECH
The arms race under the moon
And over the window
Has placed a stone under the tree
Rabbits visit one at a time
Stay a while now
And as you stoop to look closer
Crush these herbs in the grass
The grey and green afternoon
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So much of human stupidity
Obtains to fear of being typecast
All I want is to build a robot
To climb inside of
And take over your world
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Once inside the cell wall
The virus becomes a factory
For producing more viruses
These then set forth
To take over more cells
Some viruses resemble
Nothing so much
As microscopic robots
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The rabbi has a sense of humor
Do not make him reveal it
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I don't know why your pants are ruined
I don't know why is his attitude toward me
I don't know why I am still alive
I don't know why you say goodbye
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why this woman was arguing with the police at the ticket window
I don't know why I was targeted
I don't know why I still store this stuff in my head
I don't know why you brought steam into this
I don't know why you don't want me
I don't know why I need a blog
I don't know why Nintendo's new controller will be so great
I don't know why your women aren't satisfied
I don't know why the sky is so blue I'm bored and
I don't know why
I don't know why everyone is so high on experience
I don't know why it happen or how it happen or when
I don't know why you're talking about Sweden
I don't know why with me everything takes so long
I don't know why I love you
I don't know why I get this error
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The volume, turn down the volume
I can't bear to hear this
He won and he's going to say he lost
He thinks he's going to win by losing
I don't mind watching
But I have to have some room
To dissociate
He could be saying
"My name is Fluffy!"
"Attached document scanned for malware"
He could be saying
He was briefed on this outcome June the year before
He could be saying
It is our duty as citizens
To accept the will of the people
In fact I would bet money on it
Money with his face on it
I'd put money on his face
Cover the screen with money
And then go forage
For what I don't know
[This poem was funded in part by a grant from Nada Gordon]
