4.
Bamboozled as usual
by idols—space, time, Dr
Pepper—we
while away the
hours fetching self-thrown
sticks of tamarind and
ebony, ivory, oak even.
Such litter for Eden!
Such sport, Spot! Good
boy! Sit! Stay! Beg! Sleep!
Fuck!
Savanorola’s deadly spawn,
Shop! Shop with me! Brain
pans want draining
but where’s the plug?
As Billy Sunday
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used to say, vacuous
today, Christian
tomorrow, eh?
Shop, shop, shop, the
boys are merchan-
dising! When Johnny
comes marching home a-
gain laden with stuff
we’ll shout "Hurrah!" and
kiss the girls but good and
make some few boys
cry (big boys laugh to
see such sport!). Hurrah, Hur-
rah, every day’s pa-
rade day at Disneyland,
thank God,
thank God!
Amen.continue >>
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