[I'm a Might-Have-Been]

New York City, United States, New York

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I admit it, I a hoe. In other words human. I enjoy
women and a pair of doughnuts like any_ody else. Lay tomorrer
wake up I'm oovered in communism, say I can go and get what
I want by asking I want six wives. You mayle want 24 suits
and hiLis they gotta Give hin twelve yachts, otherwise he's
miserable. 'ie're nuts, we're all deprived so long we wort nuts.
Plain hogs. It's chemical, you can't do nothing. e're 90%
water, H20, and 10% other tin s sodium helium oxygen hydrogen
2otassiva phosphorus calcium and so forth. At the sane time in
this kinda world 2 plus 2 makes 5. sow. Look at me. I look
like a dirt monkey. True7 I'm among the world of missine men.
I'm 30 insienificant it they sent out a radio call for me a
hundred years nobod,y would find me. Economically I'm oollapeed,
I cculd write my whole will on a postace stamp, not u single
coin of the realm you'll find in my pocket, I ain't Lot enough
real estate to put in a i1ior pot. Tell me, then, uhy should
I sin c my country tis of thou or welcome sweat apringtime I greet
you in son: And yet, my friend, you can never tell the way you
stand b the way zi(u're sittint down. Listen to what I'm gonna
say to you now, carefully the bacteriologist of today aas himself
a bacteria in primeeal tines. .t.h1 Don't talk. Think that over
41solf, Ion a nit -nave -been. I oould tell you sometLing
else I'm a ,enius and so forth after all, ,you're a stranger to

me. But it ain't what you call yourself, you can say you're
Jesus and you ain't even ;et. Patrick. True? Jell, I cot lost
inside a sweat shop like a fly in winter tie.. You go into it
a man and you come out cockeyed hunchbacked knookneed pigeontoed
flatchosted you're a eazerag and a eaekinc prospect for tee
undertaker. You otea put a mark on your feet to know right
from left. The eray matter ena the different parts of the eere—
bellum are defleted. Zo I was fired. The boss said he gotta
aake sacrieices he started with me. Before, I was lost, alter
I was still wore°. I het! bicycles in my brain. I MIS askille
myself always: am I comile frau or 0:sine to? Here I was free,
the whole day in the air, in the suns but still I was cropinc,
the perk was the same es the shop.
One swallow don't maks a summer. When you're aloe you
caebark ee the moon like a ,vocie doe, you can co sit down on
the ovund and open up your mouth you'll catch mosquitoes, thet's
all. A chain is stroae like it weakest link and that was me.
I don't say I didn't. let cif a lotta hot air in thee, tryin,
it's a eee country. I lived by my own oxygen. But also
Lot a check and balance eystem here, there ain't no dictatomaip,
nobody eets auay with murder, you an ;tardiest yourself, true,
2ere can express yourself, but the other gey cite cheek up on you
ii he wants to.
eell, I cot plenty oh/et-Ain,. up but in the end I was a
citizen oi tee world. I dien't bow down to the dollar, I was ine
ternaeional, a ero6reLeive. I followed the head, eou uneorstaed,
the others fellowed the roar end, they were retro—gressive. Iou