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Imaginary Garden With Real Toads







From my book: DARWIN'S MOON

the carsrumble pastand from their open windowsyou hear cacklingor cussingor some kind of rap crapan angry young manshoutin' boutbitches and hoswith his finger up his noseI'm tired of hearingthe angry young manthrough your open windowdon't care if he's black or whiteI've been that guythe rallies and the marches righteous indignation like you wouldn't believestudents commandeering the dean's officeand getting dragged out by their heelsdo you know how that feels?there was HaldemanErlichmanand Deanand student bodieslying deadon the campus greenheyat least we stoodfor somethingbesides gangsta worshipall the angry young menwho don't know what they're mad aboutevery generation sees them come and goyou don't live in the ghettoand the only thingyou haveto complain aboutis your pantsare falling downand I'm tiredof hearing theangry young manrailingthrough your open windowyou think you've gotsomething to provebut in truth you've got nothing to losebut your youthso convincedthat you'll always be the malcontentbut I'll tell you whatit all comes to naughtand a house in the suburbsin the end