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This is a page I'm going to use whenever I'm on a computer that's not my own, and need to make material accessible to my own computer, but don't have access to my own computer, or to any kind of email. Pay no attention to this page.

Plastic plastered neon noel I head down to the proletariat mall Deep in the heart of the urban center— (Urban is bad, urban center is good) And through the back alley Past the hoard of smoker doormen Into the center hall, my senses are assaulted A thousand eggnog coffees from a thousand coffee shops A fat old man is sitting on a velvet throne I wonder if he gets extra if his beard is real And upstairs, outside the open spaces, In the huge family-owned box mart Sits another fat old man with a different beard I half wish the kids gathered around him Will wander downstairs and see another And their

The vestibule is surrounded by graven images A child in a manger, a saint in a red suit, Three Iranians in crowns with incense and fool’s gold Not a single menorah, not a sight of a kwanza crop, No Vietnamese flowers or lanterns covered in crescents At this mall, only one celebration shows its presence But I’m bade happy holidays, and wished greetings of an unspecified season

There’s a legion of fat old men on velvet thrones Stalking the mall, in the main hall In the box mart, posing as the real The kids pass two or three on their way Up to the one in the McDonald’s But the multiple mascots don’t shake their belief If only they realized how fake those beards are They’d line them up against the wall You ruined our innocence, one and all!