1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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