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The Yiddish Marionette Theater Dream

When I grow up,
I want to be a master
of Yiddish Marionette Theater.
I will put on marionette theater
on the Lower East Side
and I will say
“Zolst vaksen tsibulas in dayn pupik.”
And the children will laugh
Because they will understand me

And the language of my people will be thriving And Yiddish culture will be blossoming
And we will play at Tonic
And everyone will be happy.
This poem is a
numerological anagram.
It was licensed to me
as part of my redemption.
It was incorporated into my repertoire
When I channeled it from the dybbuk
Of the Maharal of Prague.
In Aramaic,
it is numerically equivalent
To the 72 letter name
of God.

When I grow up, I will be a master
of Yiddish Marionette Theater.
I will dance and sing and I will say
“Zolst vaksen vie a tsibula, min kup in drayrd!”
and the children will laugh
and the boys and girls will dance
and I will sweep my hair backwards
and I will feel rapturous joy
and I will be in a state of hislahavus
and I will be a master
of Yiddish Marionette Theater.
My marionettes will reenact
the parting of the red sea.
I will stand again at Sinai.
I will defeat Og, melech ha bashan.
I will circle around Jericho,
ignoring the casinos,
and the Palestinian flags,
and I will perform anarchist marionette puppet theater
in Yiddish
in Ramallah
in Ladino
in Majd al Shams
in Aramaic
at Sharm al Sheikh
and I will bring peace to the nations
and the rivers will run full
and global warming will stop
and the children will laugh
and I will chant the mystical alphabet
of Abraham Abulafia
and there will be applause in the heavenly spheres
and Metatron will carry me through the palaces
and the shimmering lights will shimmer
and I will say
“Zolst vaksen vie a tsibula
min kup in drayrd!”