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I look to the past and sense order
To the past that was your present barren chaos
and eat nuts upon a burning burning Waste Land
on a bar stool in Sacramento
and watch a game of spectators
eating nuts upon some bleachers
My forgotten abortions don't dissuade me, Eliot,

I still live a life of frivolity
and no longer have ability
My allusions from game shows, reality tv
What with the Bible, Virgil, and Iliad all dead
we've found no need for mediator Tiresias
as the sex now has no mind
and we came to realize all men were women, the whole time

With advanced funds from the society you so condemned,
Haliburton did some scouring
and turned your Waste Land into a Theme Park



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