or Bono referring to himself
in third person as THE White Nigger
fucking narcissist, without premise
but the anecdote of a black man's
compliment, without evidence
and the shambles of cracking up
on staged sham-charade
driving very, very drunk
across the Santa sky at night
ho-ho-ho, blaring The Soft Parade
c'mon c'mon c'mon now TOUCH me babe
whiskey mystics used to be the rage
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