# new york city came to it's weary feet the ovation in the opera house drowned the final notes of the chemist's egyptian flute the sulphur reek of camera flashes choked the purifiers which surrendered in defeat wheezing mechanically the crowd showered the renowned artist with mangled exotic jungle flowers and expensive melted chocolates bathing them in far-out armpit excreted hormones as they took ir seventh desperate bow // republic of bob