| World-sleepiness creates bad bed fellows. |
Indolence, old knotty albatross! You weigh | |
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In at half my bulk and all my energy. | ||
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Here in ripest days, too rotten to be firm, | ||
| Mistake not urine for blood. |
When pissing and sleeping are the only | |
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Ribbons binding day & dark, | ||
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Dry & dank, duty & dying, | ||
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Ampersand & ampersand, | ||
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A tremolo of biting, champing victors, | ||
| Bookish edens limed with quick salt. |
Winners of cotillions, | |
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Regattæ, balsmasqué, the sinners, | ||
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The piners, Arthur Wing Pinero, | ||
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The Hero stamping, temperament a | ||
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Zero, Zorro, Volpone, Polenta, Gepetto, | ||
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All meat, all vice, all bootless Neroes | ||
| How the ancients would balk at it all. |
Smoke without the jewels, | |
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Invoking lèse majesté | ||
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The only rules of gammon. | ||
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Unknot the lymphnodes, unleash | ||
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The wags, the toadies, the brown-noisettes, | ||
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Loose them, tin-shod, clanging botillions. | ||
| Ah, the genus homo directus. |
Unbadgèd lips, unsealed and male-proportioned | |
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Engorged with nothing, bloodless, stirred ashes, | ||
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Stained with the scentless taint of oil. | ||
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He is here with the goods! So easily they spoil. | ||
| To Baal. | I offer garbage days to garbage gods, | |
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Hoping in their appeasement, they will | ||
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Allow, in a roundabout fashion, Me | ||
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To organize what shreds of proper | ||
| Sweet Pipes. |
Peelings or pips which incense | |
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Their gourmand spirit, that I may | ||
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Slice, parboil, and serve well chilled. | ||
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Pray! Milkless dun-whet sons of mammon, | ||
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Fatuous, cold, snotty brutish lion! | ||
| Acoustic, wooden. |
(I take the leap and widen both my eyes): | |
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A brat, an unbeat brat who walks and dogs | ||
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& Haunts and brags and barks. | ||
| Hear the Bawd Lair: A pianola? |
Swell with proud suet, monster! | |
| Crepusculator! Defenestrator! |
Minister! Administrator! Admonisher! Inscribulator! | |
| Tumesculat! Imperiatrix Orchidæ! |
Perpetuator! Affiliator! Dæmolisher! |
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