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O miserable wretch who liveth within this house of horrors
who doth pace the corridors listening to the banshees wail,
who is castigated night and day for things which he knoweth not
and is directed toward systems, toward codification, toward spontaneity's death.
O hapless helpless wretch, gazing blankly into nebulous space,
sitting at a table prepared for two, plates set before the chairs,
wondering what today's meal will be, wondering to no end,
and alas it is the same thing as yesterday, and the day before that.
Alas, it is the same thing all over again.
Repent he-males and she-males, and everything in between,
whose roles are all mottled, like sunshine through leaves;
may ye listen for the sound of the cockcrow at dawn,
and emerge from the darkness unscathed, unharmed.
—Only to do it once more—
And place your head upon the block.
Alas, it is the same thing all over again.
