ah he's in a randy mischievous mood

putrid puns and groaning gradations of ground beef wisdom

will emit their fumes in plumes from his booms

ah children run down the street in happy squealing terror

their parents look at each other forgetting their own childhoods

and the average passerby tells his acquaintance how wonderful

it is to live in the city even if it is expensive--

the young moochers taking their shot at life come here and claim

a majority if they outlast the grinding gears and themselves--

while all the while he is in his mood

making fools of all of them by frightening them with their own mouths

and walking by sprouting gibberish

(his eye clear steady and subtle--probing under its costume glaze)

because none of it means shit to him

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