that thing you said—
keeping Christmas all the year.
keeping Christmas all the year.
Turns out—after a
while, you hardly notice the poor thing.
By February,
it gets a bit
restless inside of its
cage—in March,
things get
worse—and you start
forgetting
to feed it sometimes.
And come April, if it hasn't died
or somehow escaped yet,
you just grow—
so ashamed! and debilitated
by your own combination
of working-
class selfishness
and bourgeois neglect, that
the only humane
and remotely
remedial option left—is to put
the sick little idea
out of its misery
by sending it—right
down the toilet.
while, you hardly notice the poor thing.
By February,
it gets a bit
restless inside of its
cage—in March,
things get
worse—and you start
forgetting
to feed it sometimes.
And come April, if it hasn't died
or somehow escaped yet,
you just grow—
so ashamed! and debilitated
by your own combination
of working-
class selfishness
and bourgeois neglect, that
the only humane
and remotely
remedial option left—is to put
the sick little idea
out of its misery
by sending it—right
down the toilet.
