9 EAAASTststst 71ststst Street hissing, releasing its breath, its wiggle of worm, a Sunday or Birthday balloon, Birth of a Nation, Fourth of July, put fort forth a new notion, Birthday bright.
Was it the aboriginals, together with their women, conceived, without reprieve or respite, a new nation, under Yahweh, Yahweh tom-tom, to bed the drum down, to push like a Mohawk, to wig like a wam, a wigwam from George Washington’s wig, was that his party too, a Whig?
Did NYC emerge, full blown, overthrown, from George’s furry head, him like a big bird, alphabet read, like a planetary party, redux, wooden teeth chattering, yankee doodle pattering clattering, chunkanuh chaankak, haanna King Kong, blessed on Rome, scarab, happy to be alive, though eating dead flesh: why not?
Doing what comes naturally, and making do– that’s a Yankee Doodle Dandy– a Yankee Doodle Do.
Spam of Human Affection 
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