Someone has painted our hair gray,
Like a big joke, while we were sleeping.
Some fool has etched our faces,
And when some of us woke up we found 
     most of our hair plucked out.
(It is probably all in a sack and will be given
     to us, with great laughter, later.)
Undoubtedly, someone has slipped something in my coffee,
     because I'm forgetting too much.
Hey! -- Who's switched eyeglasses on me?
The mirrors have been tampered with in all our houses,
     to make our bodies sag, our faces those of strangers.
Someone is having fun with us!


10/21/00

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