Why must the man leaning
against a lamp post
speak words of greeting to
satisfy your disquiet?
Why must the woman lounging
on a park bench
smile a thin smile to
ease your poor doubts?
Go on your way, churl,
occupier of space,
hoarder of carbon atoms
Take your comfort from the
automated happiness of
fast-food workers and Wal-mart greeters
Leave the lurker to his lurking
Leave the thinker to her thinking
Go forth, and accomodate yourself with
thoughts of roast beef, firm breasts
and warm beds
Give your belly a stretch
Give your wrist a workout
Give your eyes a respite from
the work of gauging faces
Go forth and multiply as
God hath commanded
Leave the lurker to his lurking
and the thinker to her thinking
and together we will be no wrench
within the other's works
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