What about the workers?
A lot of water
has flowed over the bridge.
The past is under our thumbprints.
Let us breathe the air
through brand new nostrums.
Let us protect
those with a weak constitution,
by helping them cross
the middle of the road.
Love and marriage
go together like a hackneyed carriage.
Stone walls do not
a prism make.
What has happened
is under our belts
and over our shoulders
and behind our backs.
Open our throats:
two swallows do not make
the medicine go down
the medicine go down
the medicine go down.
If you are down,
you can only go up
in a puff of smoke.
Don't sleep in the subway, darling.
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