Just a Poem … Could We, Please Report:
Global Psychedelics!
Hi there!
I am watching…
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
The blood and its mist
Haaaaaa
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Gasoline addiction!!!
Acid,
Heroine,
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ecstasy.
It is a global village
The cyber space,
Some prefer to call it the
Tele space,
You know these,
Politically Correct ones!!!
The junkies of the sixties!!!
The Space!
Don’t you think,
Is better,
Than the state?
The monstrosity,
That created more problems,
Than it was expected to resolve
Space,
Ends the boundaries
Brings us together!
Nation state, Welfare state,
Nationalism,
Jobs
Employment,
Job security,
Retirement,
Old age,
Benefits,
Oh,
The stories of past
Have to be burried
We are a community
We act and see alike
In real time
I love,
The movement and flows of Capital
What an ocean of services
The blessings of the new millennium!
The aging is a burden.
We must learn to take care of our goldies!
The Astronauts saw it first,
The blueness of the landscape
The pix,
Shot from the Moon,
Man’s first opportunity
He disposed his excreta,
On its virgin surface
The Pix
Shot from the Moon,
What an uncanny feat!
Our civilization
Galvanized,
It made,
The title of
Every
Magazine and journal on the globe!!!
Captivatingly beautiful, moments
I loved them,
It was not,
Not very long after,
We had designed and announced,
In Latin, of course,
“Novous Ordous Seclorum“
Oh our beautiful,
One Dollar Bill,
What a design?
The one eyed pyramid
The hallo around it,
Chopped from the base!!!!
The snakes and the flowers!!!
Feelings:
Élan
Power
Conquest
There was no human to be seen,
From the Moon:
Ecology
Earth
Nature,
What a beauty!
No misery
No Black Holes…
A walk on the Moon
Human less face of the Earth!!!
The display on the TV screens was ethereal:
The Astronautic panoptic.
I sit in our room,
Which you designed for a life size TV,
I am glued to the big box!
I am worried about you,
My Dear Darling!
The representation of your reality;
It’s the third day
After you went into action
What a docu-drama?!!!
I watched it,
Really,
Yeah I watched it,
What, breathtaking moments!!!
Philharmonic,
Yeah!
What an orchestrated move!
Symphony!
The Composers,
And the,
Master Conductor,
Gets violent,
Choirs,
Music group,
Raise their voices,
The movement of the rhythm stick escalates,
The tone and tenor of the “choirs” gets heavenly,
The plectra,
The movements of the fiddle,
Troops dancing to the,
Symphony,
The Opera is at its apex,
Its grandeur,
Shock and Awe.
Masqueraded,
You all,
Searching around,
WMDs,
The agents of violence,
We are at war!
Humanity is in danger.
We have to save it!!!
It is all so noble!!!
Yes,
My Dear!
You are right,
It was beautiful!
It had to be beautiful,
It was not in a proscenium
It was an air and street theatre!
The Music in the Air!
Performance on the streets!!!
The light,
Roars of our blasts,
Designs in the sky,
It was blissful,
Superb!
Natural!!!
Ecstatic,
A journey to eternity
Oh,
My god,
Our arm(s) and limbs,
The crackers that they make,
The way you played with them,
Flying the wings of those exotic birds,
Their rattle,
in the desert.
The mornings,
The samum,
Didn’t let your birds glitch,
You scared;
All the rattle snakes;
Averse to our democracy;
Our civilization of Peace.
Dawning of the 2001,
What a Carnival, to remember!!!
I cannot forget those moments!!!
I am so proud…
Oh!
Yeah,
Chinese,
Proud of their history of,
Pyrotechnics,
Were licking the dust!
Yahoo!!
We are the best.
I reminiscence, in awe:
The inception of the new millennium.
All was real,
A live show;
At the expense of life, though,
Something human was failing.
The
Sound and Fury,
Its awe,
And our,
Glory;
It was the culmination of ‘High Noon’!
There were no special effects!
The ones those Hollywood buffoons use!!!
And win awards,
It was Real,
I am sure you will be awarded,
They all bowed,
Enemies,
War,
Our Shock and Awe!!!
Ohhhhhh… Yeahhhh…Ahhhhh

You cried!
Oh!!!
My,
Poor baby
In tears…
The very thought of you in pain,
Makes my heart bleed!!!
That is not Patriotic, I must say!!!
I must confess!!!
I must confess!
Tears rolled out of my eyes,
I sob quite often, these days;
Even now!!!
I miss you,
I miss my aborted baby,
My Love!
Sound, fury, shock, awe and you!!!
What was that scene?
Where I chocked!
A child,
Looking for the mother?
An emoted woman,
Weeping and wailing in ignorance!!!
Unaware of the light of democracy!
And the contribution of her son to strengthen the wings of liberty;
No! no,
Hang on a sec…
Let me guess,
It was a woman,
A,
“Mother“:
This has nothing to do with that Chinese novel,
I do not even want to remember the author’s name.
It was not a workers strike,
It was a strike, nevertheless,
From the air:
A strike of liberty.
The images are vivid,
They are there,
Those glisten less eyes!
Tears,
Screams,
Sound and Fury,
Music,
Symphony, in the air
A mother!
Searching,
Rummaging the rubble,
Not being able to find,
The most precious product of her labor!!!
The assembly line of procreation!
Life has to continue!!!
Life continues!
A mother cannot find the fruits of her labor,
Acoustics of your blasts!
What a riveting realism?!
Thanks a zillion,
Our embedded narrators.
They are everywhere,
They have always been there,
In the classrooms and battlefields,
Riding the tanks with our armies,
Telling the stories,
Once again,
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
A New World Order!!!
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
Wheels of Commerce
The chariots of fire!!
Flexible assembly line,
Social safety nets;
What a stress?


They are brave
The embedded!!!
Don’t you agree
They never betray us
They are always with us
With their,
Grand narrations,
The signed dossiers,
Their texts establishing the veracity of the “intelligence” reports,
Marvelous feats
On the spot reporting and scholarship,
First and Final drafts of history,
OUR new millennium!!!
And the last man.
A Shock and Awe show,
Mesmerizing!
What else, could it be?
It was difficult to take my eyes away from the box;
I remember you used to call it the ‘idiot box’
They are showing you…
YOU!
An excitement in this numbness of life;
I am not singing with Keats;
He was on the other side of the divide;
And,
Youth today;
Does not,
Grow pale, specter, thin and die,
Not,
For the want of,
Imagination, ideas and intellectual nutrition!
But of obesity!
They eat too much!
What else shall they do in our land of plenty!
What else shall happen!!!
They cannot afford to go to a gym!!!
To burn their extra calories!!!
The sound and fury of the “atom for peace“!
Oh!
That face,
Innocent,
Graceful,
Willing to embrace:
To be,
Embraced.
Fire,
Glistening and,
Radiant.
An eye opening to a flame,
That award winning picture of a:
Japanese old man,
Gazing,
Nuclear pounding of his city,
Hiroshima or Nagasaki,
Atom,
Split for peace,
Light,
He wanted to embrace!
Liberty!
The Life!
I mean the,
Magazine,
Printed the flick
The French photographer,
I have forgotten his name,
Found the old man alive in a Japanese village,
And dazed him again,
with his flash gun!
Paparazzi,
Death,
Flick, Flick, Flick;
A commemoration of the 50th Anniversary
Of course, of,
Human yearning for peace,
Ashes of WWII
Oh,
Shock and Awe
And
Humanity’s yearnings!!!
Stupid
We sell all these commodities
Without any compunction
Grass,
Harry,
Pot,
Oh
Our Heroine,
The Golden Triangle,
The Iran-Contra
A flight on wings of liberty,
From here to Eternity!!!
That’s where it takes you!!!

A hand,
A child’s hand,
Extended for liberty
Liberation
From tyranny!!!
Ahhhhhhh!
To,
Live…
An amputees life,
Where was it?
Could be anywhere!!
What year was it?
Could be any moment,
On the long trajectory of history…
Oh!!!
Millenniums and centuries,
Do not make sense to me!!!
Enlightenment!!!

A limbless body,
The feast of victory,
Beer,
Vodka and Rum,
Human flesh,
Post dinner gossips,
Air-conditioned bunkers,
Laughter’s!!!
I remember my anthropology lessons, in Cannibalism!!!
A feat of hospitality,
Has anyone ever seen any such thing, before?
No! Never…
Life is a stage!!!
We made it all on a settee,
Three hits, as we watched and watched,
These criminals of want!
We clanged to each other
You know how,
We sisters are!!!
Feminism,
Liberation,
Feminization of labor.
End of welfare,
A feminine crime!!!
Women in the workforce,
Aging,
Not dying,
What a burden!!!
Our,
Race,
For power,
For arm(s) production
The nuclear daze
And
Atom for peace
Amputation of human soul,
We live in apartments, now!
Atom is split,
Family is split,
Our,
Post War needs
Oh
Einstein,
Relativity,
Kinetics,
We have lost something,
Essentially human,
We are about to fall apart!
No, No!
This is not the "End of History":
There are many more “men“!!!
Life must continue
We must continue to dance
To the tune of death!
For,
Life,
Liberty,
Peace and justice…
Oh dear life!!!
Yes Dear!
The sound and fury of
Those bursts and sorties
Turned me On!
Again and Again?
Believe you me!!!
Oh the passionate intensity of those moment,
I missed you,
I hugged the pillows
AND
Kissed the dildo,
You remember you bought me once
Not to cheat on you…
While you were away!
It was warm and glistening
Like a Cruise Missile
Inseminate me again,
Ah,
Our aborted baby,


The bearded men,
The narrow streets,
Joyous faces,
Celebrations!
Love, soldiers and roses,
The rivers of Babylon,
Defenders of human of dignity,
Poisoned water tanks,
Potable,
On the streets,
Children dying of thirst,
Streets laced with excreta,
Our embedded journalists were there
Representing,
Every moment of the reality!!!
I am so proud of them!!!
The sights were glitzy
The flicks,
Representing,
All these
Morons:
Relics of the dark ages.
Wanting
Our protection:
The giant wings of the
Sweet bird,
Liberty.
You,
Were there,
Saber rattling the skies!
Oh,
Liberty,
The statue,
With a feminine face
With a crown, on its head
A torch
Sculpted in its hand
Mother,
The child lost in the rubble
The statue,
Disfigured by the pigeon shit!!!
Those streets,
Rained,
With blessings,
Oh! those,
mouth watering Cookies!!!
Independence,
Opportunities,
Freedom,
Liberation,
Liberty!!!
Justice,
Food,
Jobs,
Dreams of the dispossessed!!
The morons cried!!!
And fought for the Cookies!
Some killed,
Some of their own kind:
Oh, mouth watering Cookies!!!
Oh, the!
Spam’s and the “bots” in the cyberspace
Bothering, as always!
There is nothing for free
Free market economy,
Free flows of capital,
And,
US,
These are the wheels of commerce
“Yahoo” has to stay on the stocks
Full of free offers for you,
Instant news,
Sitting at home, degree;
No school,
CEOs
Tax evasion,
A date,
Scandal and Rape,
Fuck,
Sorry,
“Fornication under the consent of the king,”
Yahoo,
An “extraterrestrial” being
You cannot touch
She doesn’t exist,
Hallucinations!!!
Voyeurism,
Rita,
Sinful Rebecca,
Gina,
Seeta and many more faces,
Many more names,
Unknown,
Banglore or San Francisco,
Artificial identities,
Fast lanes
Communication highways!!!
Each one of them,
Most of them,
Just turned eighteen
Doing a blow job or being sodomized
The RSVP’s
All couched in civilized(sic)lexicon;
Answering your calls,
Who knows,
From where,
I know
What you are trying to say;
We have our critics all over the world,
With enticing parlance,
(En)chanting phrases,
They thronged, the streets all over the world,
In Europe, Asia, Africa and Latin America,
Casting aspersions on our noble deeds,
They didn’t like the flicks,
Of our various glorious feats!
Signed by our embedded photographers,
Published on the front pages of the papers all around the world,
Covered by all the channels in the cyberspace,
Oh!!!
Custodian’s of our Patriotic democracy!!!
We have to teach all our detractors
We are serious people,
We are here to promote,
Our Patriotic Democratic ideals,
We mean business!!!
No,
Bullshit!
And,
Those casting aspersions on our noble humanitarian missions
We shall show them
So that they can learn;
That!!!
All the bearded,
Love the Liberty Cookies!!!
What a world?
What a time?
What a place?
Full of choices!!!
Liberty Cookies,
And the
Cooked Books
Oh Our
CEO’s
I know you do not agree with me!
But,
I am not uncomfortable with your kind of worldview,
You guys do not know anything!!!
Democracy,
And our attempts,
Our attempts to produce
More buyers and more sellers,
Democracy,
The romance of the Demos,
Oh,
The dispossessed,
Commodities,
Market,
Equality,
Calculations,
Legal and rational,
Many more illusions;
The Platonic cave?
Light!
Our Eyes,
Images!
And,
The reality.
What has democracy got to do with all?
Art, aesthetics and pragmatics
These are crafts
All need training, education and skills,
Oh,
The legal and rational,
Circumscription of an individual,
The trajectories of the labor processes!!!
Don’t you remember
Heidegger
Techne…
Death
Genocide,
Hollywood’s Holocaust
Third Reich
Again
“The Age of World Picture”
We all read carefully…
I remember
I do not why!!!
Perhaps there is a simultaneity in time and space?
I am not sure,
I am scared to contemporanize:
The Patriotic missile,
Cruises across my mind.


Oh
The faint questions
Time and Space
Multiple movements
Historical trajectories
Continuity,
Discontinuity,
The conjunctures and conjectures
One and two
The negative and the positive
And contempt for absolute truth
Our love and relativity!!!
Friction,
Movement and Motion,
Where did Newton go wrong?

What has demos got to do with all this?
The plebs!
The criminals of want!!!
Oh,
The Fuehrer
The autobahns and Volkswagens
It is all!!!
Avant-garde,
Development;
Economic progress
Our children
Population explosion
Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
The New Deal,
The Square Deal,
Home and car,
A Worker,
With purchasing power,
Stocks thrived
Humanity survived
No democratic shit here,
All our structures of knowledge,
Modern and
Post Modern…
Industrial and Post industrial,
Listen,
Just Listen,
And Believe,
The embedded truths:
Creativity,
De-Construction,
Ambivalence and all else,
Are just constructs of wild imaginations!
The Republic,
The strings of the dictatorial music,
Hemlock
The Dialogue
The dance of Death
Dialogue…
Dies
The Dance must continue!
What an opera!?
Wheels of Commerce,
Rape, Violence and War
The Chariot of liberty…
We all want to ride!!!
What a fictive world?!
Life continues
Even after,
Our great Philosopher,
Failed to save the dialogue
And
Chose the legendry Cup!
Lethe Ward,
Drowsy numbness,
Pains,
And,
Death,
Choice!
To live,
Nevertheless,
Death, was the best choice,
It made the story powerful!
The mythical Opera,
REPUBLIC,
Oh!!!
The choice,
The great myth…
Choice,
Free Market
He could chose,
Even then…
When there was no market economy..
Hahahahaha
“Men make their own history”.
Sorry, sisters, women, for this lexical fallacy.
I agree with you
But…
I am convinced,
You’ll eventually agree with me
My Love
There is a whole new visual dimension,
The Cave Allegory!!!
The Platonic gospel…
Ignorance
Human refusal to face the light
That,
Representation of Reality does not hold;
You remember that,
Jap the Chap
Wanting to embrace the LIGHT
Toyotism,
Child Labor,
Cottage industry,
Outsourcing,
Prostitution,
Service Industry!!!!
I know,
what you are saying;
Humanity is dazed!
Our…
Kinetic targeting,
How can you fail to register aesthetics’ of,
Soft bombing,
Soft lights,
And the charge of the light brigade!!!
The Eros
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Soft violence
The image
Beauty of it,
What a representation of reality,
But,
It is love,
The shelter,
The flight of,
Liberty!
Hollywood, Pentagon and the White House;
Cookies, Scams and Spams!!!
What a global Mythology;
The Greek Muse is nonsense!!!
An all together new vocabulary,
The French Revolution
Violence???!!!
The structure
The
Lubricant,
French Letter,
Sorry the condom,
Wheels of Commerce,
Rape…
Humanity…
Our civilization!!!
Trade!!!
Coffee,
Chocolate!!!
And,
Many more!!!
Arms and Ammunition,
Oh,
The End of History
And
The Last Man…
Eros…
The Phallus
The missile!
Energy..
Light…
Atom…
Humanity…
Empire…
Viagra!!!
Techne…
Ahhhhh,
Power,
The Softness of,
Feeling,
Domination and intimidation,
Exotic and erotic…
The sand dunes…
Sparkles of our might..
You are right…
Ahhhhhhhhhhh..Haaaaaaaaaaaa..Ooooh
Heat,
The Desert,
Barrenness of,
Our Life!!!
I love it
Do it again
Do it
Softly,
With love,
Again with your rhythm stick,
Do it again with love
I want to fly
Kill me softly with your voice,
Oh, the wings of liberation
Bomb me, Bomb me again
Ahhhhhhhh,
I love when,
The missiles’ cruise,
Sowing the seeds of,
Love and Happiness,
Bomb me, Bomb me again!!!
Liberty,
Liberation,
I love it,
Love it,
Come,
I am coming,
Come back home…
Oh,
“Coming Home”
“Dear Hunters”
Oh,
Rambo’s
Muscles!!!
The flesh
The mist
The limbs
Our War Veterans
The History
The perfume,
Commodity,
Fragrance,
Luxury,
Commerce!!!
The,
“Golden Pond”
Oh!
That French model
Her black skin…
Was it, really, black?
Could be Yellow,
Brown,
Puerto Rican,
Palestinian,
Afghan,
Iraqi,
Paki,
Chinese or Vietnamese!!!
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholden!
Her bum,
The Grace..
What a luring gate..
We are all disciplined to trudge
The narrow Lanes
On the road to success,
We often have to sleep up our way up!!!
Oh!
The flick of that armless boy,
What was his name?
Abdul
Ismail,
Ali,
Ahmed?
Peter,
Richard
George,
Santiago,
Abdul,
Hang,
Kun,
Ming or Chin;
What is in a name, anyway?
It could be,
Rachel Corrie!!!
Flicks and Priests,
What is in a flick?
Could be a famine stricken skeleton of kid!!!
Africa
Aids
Epidemics,
SARS,
Pharmaceutical industry…
Hahahaha
The Church
The Charities
Oh the rapes!!!
Confessions,
Innocence,
You cannot accuse a priest!!
That boy!
Offered his limb,
When liberty cruised his home,
I respect his magnanimity!
His love for our shrapnel values,
He gifted his arm to the liberators!
You know…
Amputation is
The price of liberation!!!
The boy will survive
There are charities
We all know
We will fund…
His rehabilitation
Reconstruction
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Marshall Plan
Didn’t we construct the world
in the light of
Nuclear Delights
The dreary days of arms race
Life is a
Race
Just a game
We bet
Win and Lose
Market
Luxury goods
Coffee and Spices
Monopolies,
Adam Smith was opposed to them!!!

The boy will get a plastic arm,
Technology has advanced,
There should not be a problem,
The fruits of our civilization will trickle down!!!
We must admire his love for liberation,
The sight
The flick
The little boy,
An amputee
Wanting to fly on the wings of liberation,
Must have been painful, though!
I was depressed;
For a moment!
I decided to go out,
You know me,
I love burning gas,
On long rides,
In this kind of mood,
Melancholic fits of rage and anger,
I picked up the keys and ignited the engine of our,
Sports Utility Vehicle,
Vitara
I forgot to tell you
I bought myself this Japanese gift, after you left
Unlike
Our Chevy’s
The Jap products are good on GAS
Oh the GAP!
Gasoline…
The power,
Trampling the asphalted road,
It gives one a good feeling,
You need not to go to a shrink,
It is cheaper!
I Cruised,
Along the lanes,
In the city
The lanes of life
Motionless,
No friction!!!
Lanes we grew up in,
Lanes where we flirted,
Lanes where we smooched,
For,
Life and Family!

I looked at the GASO-meter,
Even after a month of,
Filling the TANK,
The TANK was full
Oh,
JAPS
The
Chaps
Toyotism,
What a blessing!
A new wave,
In the organization of assembly line,
Prices have gone up
Since you left for duty
I stopped at China Lake restaurant;
The best joint in town
You know,
It,
Gives a comfy homely feeling
Chinese cuisine
You relish!
Culinary delights, here,
Mostly are all from the Atlantic!!!
How far are you from China?
Masked in your anti-WMD kits
You guys look funny
Dear Me,
It resembles our S&M kit
I cannot take my eyes of whenever I open your wardrobe!!!
The bowl of soup
Full of sea food and weeds,
Was delicious!!!
I missed you.
The beauty parlor next door was open
I decided to have a hair cut
The woman in the shop enticed me
To a manicure and pedicure
I was relaxed
I have long nails, now;
Tattooed, with Tulips and Roses!
I can pierce them in your butt!!!
They will cruise in,
Softly,
Than a missile!!!
Hahahaha…
They are strongly fixed on my finger tips with heat and emulsion
“Beware of me”!

You know,
I am worried about you!
You said in your video taped message …
You feel depressed, at times!!!
I received it, the other day!
The humanness of our command headquarters,

I can appreciate your feelings!
My Love!!!
Dropping bombs from an altitude of thirty thousand feet
And not being able to feel,
The “awe and shock”
Ohhhhhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhhh
Shrapnels and limbs,
An act without orgasm!!!
It is not of your own accord!!!
Not your own doing…
But,
The beautiful colors of the targets that you hit,
You cannot watch them,
Your duty’s demands,
And,
“Coming Home”
We watch them,
Poor you,
How sad?
I remember
The brightness in your eyes,
The targets on the game machine,
I remember the tremor my body felt,
You once told me that those were orgasmic…
I can’t remember if I have ever had one!!!
We watch you flying,
Moment by Moment,
All that you do
It is on the screen
Thanks!!!
A zillion… CNN,
And, Of course,
Our embedded and courageous journalists
I understand the feeling,
Ac act without an orgasm!!!!
What a connectivity!
I went down the memory lane
I remembered!!!
Once we both were depressed
In our apartment on the Upper Westside
We had been at a protest rally,
All day
I wonder if you remember the placard
Someone handed over to us
Democracy, Human rights, Justice and Peace…
That evening,
We went out,
Looking for an S&M kit
What street was it?
The name,
Christopher or Columbus,
Somewhere in the East Village
I do not remember
Do you?
My Cherokee friend,
Perhaps the Mohawk,
The native Indian,
You remember you tried to seduce her…
She was firm as rock
And fought your
Machinations
She cannot forget Christopher Columbus?!!!
Oh
What a journey
Memories!
History!
And us…
Natives, White and Colored
Flows of capital
Commerce
Slavery
Intellect
Structures of knowledge
Power relations of domination and subordination…
I am sad and gleeful
Not depressed, at all
Memories are beautiful
I am colorless
My color changes with situations
That evening
For me,
Is a flick
We giggled and wriggled
Along those lanes
We were not sure
Which S&M kit to buy?
Technology is confusing!!!
Sometimes,
Peace,
Most of the time
Violence…
Music and its Monotony,
The two Step\Or/Twin sisters of our life
What a shop crawling spree?
I loved it,
It was relaxing!!!
Yahoo!!!
Then we bought
From that Paki shop
The Jacky Hyde kit
The Irish saleswoman was helpful
She giggled at your flirtatious moves,
You were asking about aphrodisiacs in the shop!!
She was responsive:
Oh My god!
What moments to remember!
It was long time ago!
The images are so vivid
You were depressed
And
Being on the safer side
We also bought some Goat Weed

It was smart of you, I think
The weed gave you the bulls strike
Calmed you down
I loved every moment of it
I remember that night’s
CNN
Clips.. Yeah
Bosnia
Rape
Ethnic cleansing
You and I,
Whips and chains!!!
I loved every moment of it…
A journey to eternity!!!
We played
Rape,
Screams,
Mouth gagging,
And…
Sodomy!!!
Pain and Pleasure,
The double movement!!!
Oh! the Eighth Symphony
We played,
Beethoven meant different to me that night
Moments of eternal bliss
We cleansed ourselves
On the battlefield of our king size bed
Oh,
Womb,
Home,
Homelands
Apartments!!!
Imaginary Spaces!!!
Sorry,
I am an intellectual,
I am thinking of the great text in political science
Imaginary Homelands
Wait,
Let me check
What are they showing next,
Oh yes,
Hang on a sec.
Dear me,
I love you,
I miss you,
I can not live without you,
Little Harry makes my life impossible,
What an interruption to the “Awe and Shock” Show
The announcer is saying,
“Do not go away”
“We’ll be back after the break”
Stay on
Don’t leave us
There is more excitement to come
Yes, there is more to come!
I just remembered
You took the job….
To
Pay
Your
Tuition fee!!!
(Incomplete…Continuation of my paper on Castells!!!)