Memo from Turner
Didnt I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammys when the black man there drew his knife.
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called "Kurt."
Come now, gentleman, I know theres some mistake.
I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.
Werent you at the Coke convention back on nineteen sixty-five
Youre the misbred, grey executive Ive seen heavily advertised.
Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.
When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.
So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean.
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast.
Douglas K. Lannark
Bert Brecht: Laotse
J. D. Salinger
Arkadi und Boris Strugatzki
William Carlos Williams
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