I don't need a clamoring bunch of

nabobs (O Spiro you dawg)

to guide me to the latest manifestations

of societal madness--

it's enough for me to stare out a window

with my own head vibrating

to some unheard-0f frequency

only wild prophets from the desert

have dared to address--

(O Isaiah! O Jeremiah! am I in your company

or just another pretender to the burial mound?)

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