The St. Patties Day Parade is going on a block from me
On Fifth Avenue.
I really hate parades.
I’m sorry but throngs of humanity rubbing stupid elbows
Make me want to throw away my encyclopedia of the universe.
My wife sends me on an errand to 5th and 72nd.
A bunch of high school girls walk by playing horns.
Idiots blowing air.
I would stay and see what’s up
But I am feeling down and want to get away from the crowds.
I hate them.
But in a little corner of my psychological map
I am somewhat thrilled by their enthusiasm.
Maybe I should stay?
I think of the Clash singing “Should I stay or should I go?
I don’t want to see the happy gay contingent.
De Blasio is so thrilled with himself by including them marching.
He thinks he is the voice of New York.
He is the expelled gas.
Marching is kind of a gay thing to do anyway.
What’s it to me and what are they to my life?
I don’t care.
I breathe the air of my own reality and my values so different
From the majorettes of political correctness.
F..k St. Patties Day Parade.
F..k every parade there ever was or will be.
Parades are militaristic groupings carrying tubas instead of guns.
Make me no part of this.
I am not the idiot in the celebration of the trivial.
I am not the emptiness of an annoying drum.
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