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A Dress Rehearsal, ( Naked Though They Be)
he spoke his pro'babble
truth wit
a gun barrell
in his mouth.
It may just have been
a toy for him, with which
to toy
wit us.
Eye couldn't have given a shit either one way or t'other.
Then, KABOOM.....blood, brain, bone shards all over
the Living Room's walls, ceiling, floor. And some
wee little sprays of blood on a few of the audience's faces.
Y'shouda heard the gasping.
Some ran for the exits.
Some sat stunned to silence.
They just couldn't stand the irony of it, (and thought
the impulse could be contagious).
I found an old Zippo on the floor and proceeded to spin the wheel for
to set the house afire. But the spark
had no fuel
to ignite the wick
for the grand crescendo.
Tough luck, i guess.
(Jeez, watta night, eh?)
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