1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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