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1.- At the Poetry Factory everybody’s feeling the pressure. “The Surgeon General’s given us a warning”, says Mr. Po Biz over the loud speaker. “Too much nicotine, preservatives, saccharine. He says we gotta cut down. People are dying!” The factory line stops. Workers wipe sweaty faces. They stare at the speakers.
2.- Mr. Po Biz straightens his tie and sits at the table to sample the new line. Scientists in the lab coats wheel the new poems in. The Loneliness Poems are now fried in sunflower oil. “They’re so light and fluffy. Not heavy. No, not heavy at all,” says Mr. Po Biz. The I Hate My mother Poems have filters, low tar, no menthol. The packs of Lean Ground Political Poems now come with new labels: “Meat is done when all juices are clear, not bloody. Always wash thoroughly after handling uncooked meat.”
3.- Mr. Po Biz watches the factory floor from his office window. Things have been cleaned up. The workers wear goggles, plastic work suites, rubber gloves. He sits back in his leather chair and lights a cigar.
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Escritor mexicano Nació en San Antonio, Texas. hijo de Arturo Cásarez y Enedina Vásquez, escribe poesía y participó en la 1ª edición de Letras en el Borde, celebrada en mayo de 1998, en Laredo, Texas y Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas.
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