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  • Five of them forty & two-piece
    white collars & tied up in slacks
    tonic & beefeaters @ 4:15
    escaping office for the street.

    There in the local feeding the slots
    exchanging one routine for another,
    laughter, blasphemy, exaggeration
    locker-room language of men
    baseball scores & girly stories
    heroism away from home.

    If the whole world stopped its turning
    for a year with no work to do,
    the unbearable we’re afraid might eat us,
    would sit down to say how are you?

    If the whole world jumped at the same time
    we'd cause one hell of a bump,
    truth of the matter, we cause it anyway
    doing greedy & learning to grump.

    If the whole world were tied at the hip
    with a wire that went all the way round,
    certainly we'd demand our freedom then
    from the paradigm that keeps us bound.

    If the whole world could get the message
    about loving inside of right now,
    if we flipped it over & turned it around,
    we’d find that it said that we’d won.
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