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               what did the mentally ill do on the second day out
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               first of all,
               the mentally ill were too busy to write
               the what did the mentally ill do on the first day out
               poem
               on the first day

               second,
               the mentally ill are mentally ill by the laws of america
               and no other law

               third,
               the mentally ill say to america, at least this well-worn
               corner of it all, o amber waves of pigshit:

               shove it up your ass.  your law stinks like your farms
               do.  you don't know what you're missing.  you don't
               know what you got.  until it's gone.

               dear governor and legislature of illinois -- how many
               mentally ill before these mentally ill have disturbed
               the peace and menaced the public running around
               evanston, waving their biathlon firearms?  none.

               okay, that out of the way:

               today the mentally ill woke up after 3 hours of sleep
               thought about masturbating but got distracted.
               honest to god and to the absence of god.  it may well
               have been the ringing of the church bells if not on
               broadway and catalpa then deep back east.  or sumthin.

               eventually, the mentally ill made good on a threat
               to parental unit anxiety and went about fixing its
               dead battery car:  went out and bought a two-wheel
               grocery cart.  used bicycle tools from hi skool (metric)
               (10 mm and 13mm) to undo the battery cables.  burnt
               itself ever slightly on the shell battery (3 years old)
               maintenance free battery that was dead and leaking from
               one of its vents (when wrapping it for transport in
               grocery bags).  got it over to a nearby auto parts
               store.  bought a battery with the assistance of
               a real nice man.  got windshield wipers, new, not
               refills.  got license plate lights -- clear, green
               and red (port and starboard, but which is which).

               then the mentally ill installed the battery, started
               the car.  then the mentally ill installed the
               port and the starboard lights and felt extra naughty.
               and then the mentally ill fought a pitched battle
               with the driver's side wiper and won.  and then with
               the passenger's, and lost, having drawn some of its
               own blood.  theyz always drawing blood on the mentally
               ill!!!  grrr.  *softly*  grrl....

               then the mentally ill went upstairs and had some
               life, some food, some conversation on the phone,
               and enjoyed the life of home alone.

               then then mentally ill came down, determined
               to drive to work to retrieve kristie's postcard
               from nashua, made frankly with the mentally ill, in nashua,
               and kristie-mailed to mentally's work.  the mentally ill've
               a web page with postcards on them and a very good
               microtech scanner too.  at home.

               and so the mentally ill fought battle of the broken
               off plastic thingee, part two, using unctious methods
               communicated by ancestors via singing lines, namely, wd-40.

               and with much suffering but no blooding, it all worked.
               the victims, black, of course, of course, were throughly
               ragged and torqued.  then discarded and replaced.

               then the mentally ill had to react to the passenger's
               side wiper not wiping at all.  the mentally ill,
               being clever if neither mentally healthy nor legally able
               to own a registration for a biathlon gun in the state
               of illinois, used their new adjustable wrench to
               enforce compliance from a real nut -- hah hah -- and the
               wiping resumed according per regulations according to spec.

               then the mentally ill drove the 12-year-old car grinning
               and composing this poem in their head listening to mentally
               dangerous repetitive and highly counterculture electronic
               and montage music on a subversive community radio station,
               all the while thinking to themselves, damn, we the ill don't
               think we would ev-ah wan-nah trade places with all those
               mentally unill niggers out there, you, yeah you who

               what so proudly they hail...

               whatever yer color.
               the mentally ill say -- i'm black, what's color is that?
               the mentally ill say -- i'm white, what color is that?

               the mentally ill are smarter than you trafficked chumps.
               ...mary.  mary.  quite contrary.  have mercy on them.


                       Marek Lugowski
                       1 March 1998
                       Chicago / Evanston

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