I'm charmed yet chagrined by this misunderstanding-- br As when, after a riot, my city's smashed-in stores appear all br Boarded up, billboarded over, with ads for wind-insurance. br Similarly, swimmingly, I miss the point. You too? br br And my misunderstanding doesn't stop there, it grows--soon br I can't see why that sudden influx of fugitives, br All the world's escapees, rubbing themselves lasciviously against the br Berlin Wall. br They stick like placards to it. Like napalm. Like ads for-- br br And me, I haven't even bought my biodegradable genitalia yet! br No. I was born slow, but picking up speed I run through br Our burnt-out streets, screaming, refusing to buy a house. br Finally, exasperated, the misunderstanding overtakes me, snatches br up br br Handcuffs. So now here I am, found with all you others br Impatiently craning, in this queue that rumors out of sight up ahead br somewhere, br Clutching our cash eager to purchase whatever it is, nervous br As if bombs were about to practice land-reform upon our bodies, br br Redistribution of eyes, toes, arms, here we stand. Then, some new br Age starts.