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So there I was at the party And everybody seemed to be so well rehearsed Come the time to play my part I tried But I couldn't find the page I stumbled through the scene And out the door onto the street And off the stage Now I'm thinking of marcel marceau Marcel why is it so? In the problematic art of conversation I'm sitting down to t.v Almost every waking moment of my time Now I find I eat I sleep I dream in hour episodes It sure is hard remembering the names of everyone I meet So pardon me but who are you and am I wrong But are you talking to me? In the problematic art of conversation So I watch the prince and princesses of prose Pissing in pockets everyday And it only makes me think of oscar wilde And the fickleness of pop Popularity If I had a silver tongue I would have sold it long ago While poetry is dandy There are handier collectables In the problematic art of conversation