A Bostonian In Buffalo

by Richard May

The bourgeois citizenry run up to you like canines, sniffing you and sticking their noses in your most private places. Not all of them, of course. Only the more sensitive ones are capable of such refinements.

Crucified in Buffalo

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We see that you are lying in the street bleeding, did something happen? Howyadoin? What are those tire marks on your face? Doin good? How does it feel there, where the blood is coming out? Are you in the Bleeder's Union Local 66?

(This pool of blood could stain the street and lower property values!)

Speak to us of your pain and tragedy! Not that we care in the least about you. But tell us your business! What is your work schedule next week? Where do you bank?

(Has the game started yet? Get me the Inquisitor's Chair.)

Did something happen? What are those tire marks on your face? Howyadoin? Look at the blood pouring forth! Doin good? Perhaps now we will have something to tell the neighbors.

(I am concerned that this growing pool of blood will stain the street and lower property values!)

Who are you, I mean what do you own? How much did your father earn in 1943? Are you in the Saturn Club? What is the pain like?

No, no, do not speak to us about ideas or the spirit! How much money do you have in your pocket? And the other pocket? Are you in the Bleeder's Union local 66?

Did something happen? Howyadoin? What are those tire marks on your face? Doin good? Do not call for an ambulance too quickly. We may have something to tell the neighbors tonight.

Someone should call the City to remove this pool of blood before the street is stained, lowering property values!)

Hey, you might as well entertain us, because you can't move anywhere. Howyadoin? What's the name of your lawyer? Did you mow your lawn this week? How long is your grass now?

Look at the blood gushing out! How does it feel there, where the blood is spurting out? Do you have more money in your savings account than in your checking account?

Who are you? I mean what kind of vehicle do you drive? What year?

(Oh, has the game started yet? Watch out for the blood! We don't want to miss the start of the game.)