The Operator and the Muskra

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Think of it as self-immolating humour.    

No one else gets it, like Kaufman.

It only serves to damage my image.

Not that I didn't mean what I said

 

I wouldn't mean to apologize,

Since you never implored,

And I never dismissed.

Perhaps it's the journey to the Great Perhaps,

Or this empty bottle of wine.

 

But that I know it's inappropriate to voice,

And to voice so bluntly.

We're all (partially) ignoble at heart,

And social conventions largely serve

To avoid the exposing one another

To our ugliest parts.                              

 

It's funny to me,

because I'm not actually--at all--

self-aggrandizing.

But it's fun to play the part.

(For me at least.)  

 

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