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gone, gone, everything is gone
destroyed, never to be
it’s all scrambled egg
nothing can be rescued
gone, gone, all gone
the moment when you could
choose to fly south
take another path
that would lead you farther
farther, always farther
away, until that is all
that remains, that moment
you break out of the shell
reach out nascent wings
and a seagull carries you off
to dash you on the rock
and make a feast of your dreams
(After my interview with Miss Daisy, I retired to the Stork Club for a night cap where a clearly inebriated Duck interrupted my evening. I’m not sure what to say about the Duck other than he is a titan and excuses must be made. GG)

here are the rules
Rule Number One:
bend over and take it like a duck
there are no other rules
this is an evil land presided over
by evil creatures, not all who walk
in the skin of man
I am not only a product of demand
I am a product of who shall I be
today? a decision made entirely beyond
this duck’s wingspan
whatever your weakness
whatever your darkest secret
that is how they control you
how they make sure you web
the line, what you do in your time
is your little problem, only yours
as long as you don’t end up on the front page
discredit the brand, with an emphasis
on credit, the filthy lucre, the good old simoleons
the dream must be protected; the dreamers
cannot awake, everything depends on it
woe to the fowl that forgets that
that cannot adapt to today’s bribe
bend over duck, pretend you like it
bend over and forget who you are
bend over duck, take it like a man
the dream requires it

I’ve told so many lies, it’s all become a lie
so, sure, I’ll tell you the truth, although what
difference it would make is hard to discern:
I am the little that remains. the rest is in pieces
you’ll find in other people’s stories and rumours
all that remains is very little indeed. there may be
fortune in men’s eyes, but it turns out I make bad
choices in the ones I want. health blown, blood clots
from all those tantrums thrown, some on screen,
some on set, some I prefer not to think about at all
tell me where is my crown, my golden robe
employment prospects zero, I even applied to work
at Disneyland, never heard back. I black out now
find myself somewhere and don’t know how
I got there, then someone recognizes me and I flip out
I go apeshit which everyone thinks is me being funny
but it’s not, because all I want is to be left alone
that is my silver screen now, I head out the door
I star as a walk on in all these very small stories
I go apeshit, again, because I can no longer tell
what is real and what is not, you, everyone who wants
a little piece of me, don’t even fucking begin to explain
I know who you are, you want this fucking interview
to end? all you have to do is whisper, “Cut.”

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