Hello neighbor I see you there with you thumb-sized Cracker Jack toy surprise history book ranting about the world’s problems. I catch you sometimes peering through that rolled up paper tube out past your basement window scanning the horizon for the next threat in whatever shape or color it might be. And I hear you blaring into that mic—that pill shaped hostage all those findings like a third-grade beginning trumpet player Blasting sour scales endlessly. I’ve asked before But now I’m telling you. Keep it down. Some of us are trying to lead.
Keith Carmona
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