It’s the goodiness I should hate,
not the goodies. The goodies
don’t know any better. Wanna-
be good so bad: we can’t afford
the bad-it-takes.
Exposure. Naked Came I.—my
emperor’s bare butt revealed
Moon river. Small apocalypse:
a naked bastard. Can’t show it
off without offense, or worse:
ridicule.
Who can blame a goodie for
goodines? Throw the first stone.
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