So, this is what freedom tastes like?
Greasy.
Alas, I prefer goulash.
(To be continued…)
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So, this is what freedom tastes like?
Greasy.
Alas, I prefer goulash.
(To be continued…)
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1993.
The Polish kids tell me
they *Love* Michael Jackson.
That’s nice, I reply (thinking of you),
he loves Polish kids too.
They look at me innocently, expectantly,
word in the village is
I’d once been to Hungary.
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Bitterly, the babysitter reflects:
“Kids, you can do anything,
as evil as you like,
total impunity,
if you’re rich and famous enough.
This is the way of the West.
Exploitation, decadence, degradation.
As the man-child sings:
“Finger-fuck, my baby,
it don’t matter if you’re black or white”.
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New world order,
disenchanted and confused,
past, present, future,
Polish kids cry.
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That yesterday,
however,
is a story for another day…
Sometime in the future past,
when the time is right.
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In Budapest, I was lucky,
my sadness was overcome by tiredness
and I slipped into a form of nothingness.
For a while,
bliss.
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