Cut to commercial
cut him in half.
This laser beam
should lose his legs,
wheat from chaff.
Men throng the streets
of San Francisco
and clamor for blood.
They will beat
his torso with a ton
of bricks -- their
only way to fix
a break with reality.
The evil Doctor E
and his piebald following
of the sober and coldly crazy
miss several beats
on their arrhythmic, unmelodic tour
of the lower forty-eight --
maybe they meant to,
maybe they didn't.
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