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Six poems, including:
Boogie Nights
I like my tyrants like I like my heroes
That is, crushed by a giant chandelier –
A red flag, when they wear bare feet in loafers
Or use the language of porn
In expressions of love
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There sits a donkey before an open book, held between his forehooves in such a way that we can clearly see the pages. It is a family tree of sorts, with eight rows of seventeen standing donkeys.
A friend of mine likes to say that the moon landing was real, but dumb. On astronautical tokenism.
No one would have understood both the sentiment and the absurdity more keenly than Marx himself, whose face has adorned real currencies in more countries than anyone else’s, with the possible exception of Elizabeth II.