In northeast New Jersey,
In sight of Manhattan,
Just after the middle
Of the last century,
Spoke English or Spanish,
Most of them, and shouted
Locally learned taunts carved
From American slangs
Within recent years or,
At most, recent decades.
Whenever anyone
Triumphantly suckered
Someone into thinking
Something fact that wasn’t,
Some feeling genuine
That had been wholly faked,
Or some high-five coming
That then got yanked away,
The go-to cry of glee
And easy mockery
Was always, Psych! As in,
Sucker, I psyched you out.
You’ve been played. You’ve been punked,
And I did it. I win.
Thus the ancient Greek soul
Kept on transmigrating.
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