While great thinkers
are thinking great thoughts,
I’ve been searching
for the goldfish I won
at the carnival as a kid
and carried around
the rest of the night
in a clear plastic bag.
The student interns
only seem to be helping.
I recommend that we spread out.
Somewhere near here
there’s a suicide bomber
in a dynamite vest,
and the persistent hum
of free downloads,
and me being me.
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