so I have a new hat
that's just not good enough to stop the world
FDR himself in Morocco said that a hat is only an abstraction
of sex
of therefore the dream of war
Stalin of course leaned right over and requested
a retranslation
what the fuck he said he said
does he mean it?
all the while my new hat Tzara fishattack buried
treasure as if the goats had gone crazy now
down by the river the hatmen leaning in
a certain stench that cries over the hills
Paulus wringing his hands in apology
like oh I didn't really mean it
sorry I have gone back to Stalingrad
where my love waits
with machine chocolate
is this the end
is this
the end?
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