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By Jack Joseph Smith

f cs : 158 te the truth mister, I said; The night is so blacky when there is so much confusion; And they were-r,shing fasts And there were so many of thems Your ‘both lyings One of you did it, and you both know who it tase. We're not lying Misters I'm just telling you that streights He looked’ at me smiling, and when his smile broke into laughter, the heel of my foot shot out and caught him flat across: the Imees You punk, he screamed,,as he turned the car toward the side of the roads I'll have the patty wagom here in secondss Can't Handle it yourself Is that right officer? You can't handle it yourself He stopped the cay, and within moments the patty wagon was theres. They transported us from the car to the patty wagon, and once again we were offs Murphy and I began pounding our feet on the back door, and Murphy began singing, what he called, good old Natze ~tunes$ They take us free-of charges to a places where-we can enlarges our melencoliy, Sometimes the moon and the mist are the only whiteness I can see, I thought I was going to go beyond this, TLtkhought, But I kepb'on pounding with my feet and siiging with Murphy, as the patty wagon wound ite way through the parks Where are you goings my little ones ; my little one, St where’ aye you goings * my. baby,

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At the station Murphy explodes into a wild fascist-Christ speech, launches himself face-first out of the paddy wagon into the street, and then quietly tells Michael that he was the one who did it and that Michael should hold the line.

Murphy comes off as grotesque and almost inspired at once, using political madness and sacrificial language as pure performance. The important turn is not the speech but the quick private confession afterward, which gives the chaos a hidden loyalty.

Claude

Paddy wagon delivery to the station with Murphy singing his good-old-Natzi tunes — the great fascist movement has begun we can see it climbing — and launching off the back as the Irish Christ surrendering his soul to rubbish.