May 23, 1999
5:01 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"State of the State of Confusion"
Sometimes I'm reigning in the State of Confusion,
Ranting and railing toward a modicum of fusion,
A little like a hobo knowing no diffusion,
And never knowing no confusion like delusion.
Annoint a special committe to invent a new disease
Appoint all innocence for an eternity of fear,
And fear not, friend, for all eternity lasts long,
And like a hobo knowing nothing knows no wrong.
I'm winning the election in the State of My Confusion
Even if the polls show that I'm losing.
I ramble on in innocence,
And knowing nothing matters hence,
A state of grace,
Confusion place,
The fifty first state of stasis
Grief
Relief.
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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