These days it seems
It's a very Weimar world
Poised on disaster's brink
An era for scams and shell games
And for screwball comedy
As my brother reminds me
A la Lubitsch and Chaplin
But don't you just wince
When you remember how
The plot unraveled last time
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This is the last poem I intend to publish on the Lampoetry blog, at least for a while. Please feel free to make yourself at home with all the other stuff I've shared here over the last 10 years. Mi casa es su casa, speaking virtually, that is, here in this little corner of the metaverse.
In the meantime, I have taken up a new residence online, on the Apology blog, which can be found right here, and this blog post is intended to serve as the baton pass, from one URL to another, as much like a hermit crab, me and my avatar scramble to a carapace nearby, and the shell game continues, at least for a little while.
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