Sunday, February 11, 2007


A good time (for a change),
but can you see?
The luck I've had
can make a good man
turn bad.

So please, why you didn't
let me get what I wanted
this time?

I was a stitch away from making it.
Now I will get away with a nod
and a wave of my hand.
How cruel is the golden rule.

(Intertextual collage, lyrics
by the Smiths and the FOB)

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