U-Da-Man Burger, Rare*

(First, you tell them what you're going to tell them –
then you tell them – then you tell them what you told them.)

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Free the angry firefly: hear the jangly gypsy cry: let the tigers
from their cages: be whatever all the rage is. Be Dvorak when

he hit these New York shores: be the scores he wrote in face of

incrementally advancing jazz and age and other chores: beasts

have their points: feast on their joints. Type until you cannot type

another thing – then pay a quiet sweet amanuensis who’ll gain you
further fame, like Henry James. (Silly block of typeface: monkey-

shined!) Funky is your favorite word and you will find a way to

stick it in the damnedest places. Kiss as many swarthy faces

as you can: u da man: knock contenders out of sight; win
the bloody fight; strut around the ring; sing an aria from
Die Meistersinger: fling a flapjack at the crowd; be loud.

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(Now that you have told me what you’d tell me, and then told me,
and then told me what you'd done: please shut the bun.)

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* alternate title: "Much Conversation, Laid Bare"