Sunday, June 12, 2005

The Surprise May Answer You

When the beggars came, we turned them away. When the injured came, we turned them away. When the lepers came, we shouted at them through the closed door. When the frightened came, we attempted to scare them more. When the prostitutes came, we invited them inside. When the doctors came, we scoffed. When the clarinetists came, we scorned them for their poor embouchure and ham-fisted treatment of Debussey. When the reporters came, we offered “No Comment”. When the junkies came, we beared our arms. When the inspectors came, we feigned innocence. When the forklifts came, we loaded wrapped palettes.

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