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You retired
from the human jungle
left the absurdities
packed your bags
took your pension
found your Florida

"Death is a comin"
said the Nigger
"I'se awatting for her
in my Floridian Beachchair"

there is poverty
all around you

"Ah," said the nigger,
"in a second
I change channels
watch baseball"

And what about your memories?

"I keep tellin them not
to blabber
that's all"

Oh Sweet Jesus Death
what more can we ask of the nigger?

Irwin R. Shaw - July 13th 1989