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Karen Chamisso poem Panic Attack No. 5 … what was it I was saying? I know my bill of rights, thank you very much. I know the tape is running. I know the camera’s on. I know the lord of dark corners and the third degree Knows all my disappointments and my little fun You say, we’re done here. We’re done. The prowler is parked a block from the shattered glass He’s here for the order, girls, forget about the law. The always wrong the shadowless the sucker and the goof Can forget about proving jack, he always has the proof Of their little disappointments and their little fun You say, we’re done here, we’re done. No, the sentence before that one, what did I say? I’ve always had the money not to have to see I go to the opening nights, always have a place to pee. In the cold dark corners they are lighting matches what the hell My little disappointments… my little fun … You say, we’re done here, we’re done.