Voices call me out of sleep
groggy, curious, I creep
toward the kitchen,
where the drinks are mixin’
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This ain’t my scene, but I think
I’ll stay, like this song,
won’t you come out to play…
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You, Cheshire-grin, know-it-all:
d’you like the party so far?
and you, boy in the spelling bee:
how’d’you get from A to Z?
butcher, baker, candlestickmaker:
you don’t belong here, take your
childish rhymes off my page!
(sigh)
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This is better: I spy
shitgreen Staasi-shirts marching by
but wait, what’s that? why are they drinking
with Wolf and Biermann,– what’re they thinking?
that ain’t right: they’re not fighting the fight
but everything’s topsy turvy:
Hagen’s singing cabaret,
Liza’s communing with Krishna
and Johnny’s rotting in the corner with scurvy
Tamara sings Bye-bye my love and we dance
real slow, build walls, turn west
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This Wall’s my Wall — gotta mount it
go under over maybe around it
build it, climb it, Christo-bind it
find a way to nevermind it
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My catch-22: I want to keep you,
but I’ve got to show some the door
there’s a major cast, a major twist,
with a major ending, a major fist
fight in the toilet
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But I can’t sustain this frantic pace,
I’ve got to trim, cut, paste,
shut some of you up lest you go and
spoil it
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(And who let in that orangutan?
he jumped stories, he ain’t part of this plan!)
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Gotta sleep, pull up the cover,
Let me know when the party’s over
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Absolutely enchanting! It’s, by far, the most original description of an online block party I’ve ever read.
“(sigh)
This is better: I spy
shitgreen Staasi-shirts marching by”
(ha ha ha ha)
Within a few lines I found myself reading this as a rap-song. Nicely put, Michelle.
great rollicking rhythm here, and wondermous wordplay. peace…
This is really wonderful. I have read it several times now, and I like just rolling in the rhythms of it.
I also felt like I was inside a lyric, or a song here. Nice use of the theme.
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Sorry, I have only read it today. It is marvellous, what did Bernie put in your food to make you think of such a freaky spacy story?