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Bagged One bag for you, Both have a time. Say \u201cbrown\u201d and you frown. In white they put chocolates You take the white for I\u2019ll settle, my friend, <\/p>\n Critiquing Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff<\/em> or<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Sean Penney, You Just Doo-dooed Stuff <\/p>\n Crutching<\/strong><\/span> I know why you walked that way \u2013 Yours\u2019 was a mourner\u2019s pace \u2013 That is why,
\n<\/strong><\/span>Two paper bags \u2013
\n<\/span>one white and one brown \u2013
\n<\/span>which would I rather
\n<\/span>have hanging around?<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>one bag for me.
\n<\/span>both bags containing
\n<\/span>sweet mysteries.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Both have a place.
\n<\/span>Both have a thing
\n<\/span>they do with your face.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Say \u201cwhite\u201d and you\u2019re bright.
\n<\/span>Oh, which bag shall I
\n<\/span>wish for tonight?<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>and bread and muffins.
\n<\/span>In brown they put books
\n<\/span>and groceries and vodka.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>the pastries and candy
\n<\/span>and all other treats
\n<\/span>that make you feel dandy.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>for the bag that is brown
\n<\/span>and the magic it makes \u2013
\n<\/span>turning frowns upside down.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/em><\/strong><\/span>Silently, soberly, I sat in my carnelian-colored cloth chair, in anxious anticipation, allured at the thrilling, tempting thought of randomly reading the restless ramblings of Sean Penn in his pretentiously-penned and parsed, disastrous and degenerate diatribe of a debut novel, most notably (and naturally) known now for its anguished, agonizing, abhorrent, abominable, abstract, absurd, and abysmal alliteration. The pathless, pathological, pitiful, and painful passages pierced and paralyzed my powers of positive perception, leaving me languishing lightheadedly from the loquacious literary lunacy so liberally levied on the pitiful public. Please pour profuse praise upon this raffish, rhetorical, revved-up reporter for straightforwardly, sanctimoniously, and superbly saving souls from senile stupefaction by declaring this dense, dilettantish, dank, dandyish, direful, discombobulated defecation of a disastrous, decomposing, and damnable mountain of deplorable, despicable dung.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/strong><\/span>I saw you walking \u2013
\n<\/span>the two of you \u2013
\n<\/span>arm in arm,
\n<\/span>hand in hand,
\n<\/span>leaning against each other
\n<\/span>in the rain,
\n<\/span>no umbrellas or raincoats,
\n<\/span>just two jersey hoodies,
\n<\/span>certain to protect your heads
\n<\/span>until they themselves are saturated,
\n<\/span>which won\u2019t take long \u2013
\n<\/span>not in this downpour.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>why you crutched one another \u2013
\n<\/span>and why you didn\u2019t care one whit
\n<\/span>whether you were wet
\n<\/span>or whether you were dry.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>the outward manifestation
\n<\/span>of internal pain \u2013
\n<\/span>the body\u2019s way of saying,
\n<\/span>\u201cThis is too much to bear \u2013 alone.\u201d
\n<\/span>I know that heartache all too well.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>when I saw you walking \u2013
\n<\/span>the two of you \u2013
\n<\/span>arm in arm,
\n<\/span>hand in hand,
\n<\/span>leaning against each other
\n<\/span>in the rain,
\n<\/span>I shed two tears:
\n<\/span>one for the sorrow \u2013
\n<\/span>the sadness of loss,
\n<\/span>and one for the grace
\n<\/span>of each other\u2019s shelter
\n<\/span>when it\u2019s raining \u2013
\n<\/span>outside and in.<\/span><\/p>\n
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