September
8, 1981 10:25 a.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Untitled
I'm living in a
second-rate serial
with bad actors
and unresolved plot lines
Someday everybody
who ever
meant
or didn't mean everything
or
anything
will parade across the doorstep
"Hello
Hows the wife and kids?
Been in the hospital lately?"
The multitudes are
wearing clown-masks
and I see nothing to laught about.
I'm sure it was
funny
but
then
I
didn't write it, did I ?
Time to turn the channel.
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