"Everything's a symbol"
 That's what the artist said
Until a roll of foil came
 And rapped him on the head

"Everyone's a symbol,"
 Laughed, the Immature
Dancing in their golden pumps
 Just off the Cote d'Azure

"I Am The Symbol"
 Proclaimed our dearest Lord
Glued onto the bumper of
 An eighty-seven Ford

"What's in a Symbol"
 Screams a poet brash,
"To amplify the ringing
 And horror of the crash?"

rjw, Summer '87

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