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if you operate
the steam shovel’s
claw behind
the glass
just
perfectly,
you may snatch
up
Officer J.D.
Tippet’s
blood-encrusted Dallas PD Shield,
a clown nose
from the
makeup kit of John Wayne Gacy,
a bottle of
patoulie oil
originally
found in Leslie Van Houten’s
left coat
pocket a week or so after
Sharon Tate,
expecting, was butchered alive.
And see? a
tooth from the melon
sized head of
Theophilus Eugene
“Bull”
Connor. A dime
from John D.
Rockefeller,
a genuine
packet of Atomic
Fireworks
“Nigger Chasers”,
a slice of a West Virginia
coal miner’s
lung preserved
on a
microscope slide, an unopened
rubber from Al
Capone’s
crocodile skin wallet.
Maybe,
even a
blood-soaked yarmulke
stained with
the brains of a 13 year old
Jew walking
home to supper who
suddenly
learned which streets
in Queens
were for The
Sons of Italy
and which
streets
were for
kikes. And,
if you dig
deeper: the remains of 2
aliens stored
cryogenically
by The United
States Department
of The Air
Force, and a coin commemorating
an 1816 Treaty
with the Cherokee Nation, and
an owlishly
twisted neck bone and skull
of a 9 year
old boy who once played
and lived in Corinth,
Mississippi,
a gook’s dick
lying on the bottom
of a
formaldehyde-filled
Mason Jar in
the basement
of an
alcoholic corporal’s house
trailer in
Viburnum, Missouri, or maybe
the other
two
gunmen
Justice Earl
forgot about in his count,
a buffalo’s
head, a holdup note
disguised as a
credit default swap,
a partial
birth abortion Lotto ticket
stamped: NOT A
WINNER—all these
for a measly
two-bits, from the midway
of a two bit
traveling carnival
in a two bit
chaw-‘backy hick town,
in a two bit
shit-show “Winner Takes All” country
not unlike our
own,
Mister. |