To “get by” in the City,
the dark must always be condemned.
When your electrical apparatus receives
outside the normal spectrum,
you find each morning that the cock crows twice.
One Revolutionist addressed the assemblage thusly:
“May I assume that you each now realize
that a ‘good kind’ revolutionist can have no morals.
May I say I further assume that you recognize this
as a positive statement, an honorable acknowledgment.”
If you try and “contain” your thought
to that which you understand,
there is no doubt that you’ll be quite contained.
One ole sorehead (who says he’d rather be known as a “philosopher,”
but who cares) states as follows: “Having your deepest thoughts
expressed through the words of another, is not unlike having
a friend sweat on and wrinkle your fresh silk suit.”