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I wondered about Fermi's Paradox, Why is nobody broadcasting like us? Not even crap like TV ads for socks, The galaxy is quiet.  No noise, no fuss. I believed in one argument for why, Intelligent life destroys itself fast, Some smart psycho pokes his sun in the eye, It explodes and our peers are gone, dead, past. I didn't see what I could do about that, It did make me think twice about my life, I resolved to wear an elven-king's hat, To commit myself to well-mannered strife. The administrative point of view--nope! I tried to do more with my life than cope.

The struggles lasted only a few weeks, I went through them alone, I know there's a purpose to the struggle, I believe in Christ's light that through the night shone. How much time in your busy schedule do you make for Him? The Gospel is truly the solution, Rick's identity was stolen and he lived in anger, Christ led Rick to a peaceful revolution.   What a wonderful opportunity we have, The shepherds knew it, Christ brings peace, I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, John 27: 1--"Let us enter into our heavenly lease." Am I a Mormon?   I am today, I believe in the divine baby who is fussing and whose mother carries her away.

I warned you that I could not be contained, You asked if I could play the tambourine, I only play the git-tar I explained. You asked me if I thought your band half-brained, I told you there were worse ones I had seen, I warned you that I could not be contained. I ripped my chords with forearms deeply veined, If you had tried you would have torn your spleen, My fingers are a firebox I explained. I could have blown you up but I refrained, I showed my mastery on every screen, I warned you that I could not be contained. You asked if my regard for you remained, If partnership for us was evergreen, I said we'll never die as I've explained. Clear memories of our meeting I've retained, You'd just turned thirty I was still a teen,  I'm not Miss Tambourine Girl I explained, I warned you that I could not be contained.

I have never said that the left is right, I have said it's where my commitment lies, It's where I can bring my bad faith to light, Engage fakeries that dance in men's eyes. I'm not indifferent to truth. not at all, I'm fascinated by its etiquette, Likewise ethics, my daily rise and fall, The moral waltz to which truth's predicate. I'm not sure I've given beauty its due, Compared to most law professors, I try      to break the frame.  I will look for the true              beast in the jungle until I die. The left's not right, it's where I can do good, If my gift were godly, I'd wear priest's hood.

I'm Updike.  I found my fluency young. I could out-b.s. all my profs at Yale, He outwrote his peers, his paint daubs were dung, As were my stories.  We soared past a fail. I reread "California" recently, It's not too bad, but it's too schematic, It updates the magi's gift decently, It's too New Yorker deadpan dramatic. I'm Cheever.  Swimming in a marsh at night, That once was mine but is not anymore, To a decrepit dock with a red light. The site of a Wapshot-like family war. I'm Portnoy.  I think I could have waxed Roth, Been a Waspy master of seacoast froth.

Does marry rhyme with a name or a mood? Neither.  I think that it rhymes with starry, It's a path that's both heavenly and lewd, To love, to make mistakes is to marry. Why is it matri- not patri- mony? Paul, here's a point relevant to you, The maternal root--it is not phony, To marry is to be a mother, too. Why do t's and d's often sound alike? We risk when we have betted or bedded, When we ride to our jobs on train or bike, To marry is to have desires whetted. To marry is to turn off one's damn brain, To embrace true joy instead of sham pain.