It is true, under our system of domination, a group of high school kids, including the jocks, the nerds, the drubbed but not dribbled druggies, the remnant of a stage, wherever the stage found itself– and believe you me, a stage found itself a place in a high school–
–Would present itself in an earnest, and important, performance of On the Importance of Being Earnest.
There’s a kid in the crowd, viewing the stage, with the hips slinking rage, the gimlet, the gauntlet, the sheboygan, to toboggen, to a silent night, in crisp plangent — the kid a sage?
His name is Ernest. Or Ernesto. Or Ernie, and here is asked to go blarnie. To go Blarnie!
He has, heroically, heard the night song, the star song, the song of a throng, a dipthong, a roof and a spook spoof, a knight, errant knight, err, bed wetting throw, plastic sheets,
The Importance of Being Ernesto, in Pamplona, and that good looking, high fiven’ rigid flag, false flag, rivet and magnum. Going WWI, WWII, going on to explain, to young badgers, hardly hardy flaggers; failing thus, to go omnibus, to screech, with rockets bursting red glare, gave truth to the night, that Spam-free is still there.
Spam of Human Affection 
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