.
Let’s
bare our imperfections and asymmetries
and
take them on a rowdy roustabout and gaudy
promenade
today. Exalt their faults: exhort
the
lot of them en masse to say, to
explicate,
.
expatiate
upon, and otherwise convey without
apology
the etiology of the mistakes they will not
argue
that each makes, why they’re completely
accurately
held to be bizarre (because they are):
.
what’s
induced the wart that grows upon the nose,
disease
that rots the petals off the startled daisy.
Then
audition them for a revival of “Girl Crazy.”
Let
‘em fret about who gets the Ethel Merman role,
.
the
one who’ll make us gape, the star, the apogee,
the
single essence equally assembled from ungodly
talent
and unbridled art, whatever always wrongly
steals
the heart. Make the loser take that part.
.
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