So I'm going to read some poems from Dance Dance Revolution.
And there's a tour guide who speaks in an invented Creole,
and there is a city, and the city is called The Desert.
Looking back, I don't know why--
I was like, that's sort of an unimaginative name.
Why didn't I think of something more creative?
But anyway, it's called it's called The Desert,
and it's sort of like Vegas, where the hotels are modeled
after cities around the world.
And the guide is the guide of the St. Petersburg Hotel.
And she's a South Korean--
she used to be a South Korean dissident.
I always start with this poem, "Roles."
And I've been trying to start somewhere else,
like somewhere random.
I just can't do it.
Someday-- someday, I will.
"Roles."
Oh, and there's a historian, and she's
giving a tour through the St. Petersburg hotel right now.
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"Roles."
Opal o opus.
Behole, neon hibiscus bloom beacons!
'Tan lotion Tanya' billboard.
She, your lucent Virgil, den I's taka ova as talky Virgil--
want some tea?
Some pelehuu?
Mine vocation, your vacation.
I tren my talk box to talk yep-pu-- as you Merrikkens say,
'purdy.'
No goods, only phrases.
Betta de phrase, 'purdier' de experience.
Twenty t'ousand guides here, but I'm #1.
Once, Helsinkian arrive and 'I say, I guide, I guide.'
But Helsinkian yap, 'No, too many guides!'
And I sleep outside 'im door, im wake.
I say calmly, 'I guide.'
The Helsinkian say, 'Goddammunt, ja, okay, guide me!'
A million light bulbs in Desert wit cleanest
latrines and our strobelit lobbies since Desert non sin.
Each hotel De McCosm of any city--
Bangkok over here, Paree over there.
I speak sum Han-guk y Finnish, good bit o' Latin, y Spanish,
sum toto Desert Creole, an ever-changing dipdong
'pendable on my mood.
Menny 'Merikken dumplings unhinge dim talk holes,
y ejaculate, oooh, y hot-diggity,
dis is the shee-it.
But gut rupping done erect Polis,
we exploit gaggle of aborigini to back tundra country
Benite banditas.
But better to scrape that fact under history rug, so shh--
ow-- O tempora, O mores!
I usta move around like Innuit looking for sea pelt.
Now, I'm a double migrant.
Ceded from Coreo, ceded from 'Merikka,
ceded y ceded till I seizem dis sizable Mouthpiece role.
Now les' drive to interior.