My mate Joe Chip says: Brother where art thou?
Has anyone seen Comrade Edgaredgarberger? O where O where could he be? With his hair cut long and his beard cut short, O where O where could he be? I looked in the Rosa Luxembourg Memorial Bookshop. I sank some Guinness at the Behan’s Arms. I haunted Chelsea Records. I left a message on the wall of the Bank of DaDa. I checked the fresh graves at Rookwood. I bribed the registrar at the Dingle Rehousing Facility for the Ideologically Impaired. Nothing.
Perhaps I should have checked the numbers, and manifests for flights to warm socialist countries? Surely … he wouldn’t.