People Poems

The people upstairs all practise ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
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When people aren't asking questions
They're making suggestions
And when they're not doing one of those
They're either looking over your shoulder or stepping on your toes
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I Am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is
done through me?
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To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
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And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
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A night that cuts between you and you
and you and you and you
and me : jostles us apart, a man elbowing
through a crowd.          We won't
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some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
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the lady has me temporarily off the bottle
and now the pecker stands up
better.
however, things change overnight--
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People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it,
And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it.
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Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget;
For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.
There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.
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