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Fortune 500particle board
the Quakers
rose the shop
and off went Friar Tuck's poor head
the battle hymn hath stopped.
time he met
what time will tell
dead priests will never ring
the telephone for patrons
at the Chevron in the spring.
star, stop, pound sign, ampersand, parenthesis in thee
cufflinks stuck with magnets
rabbits whistling dixie
so round and round and round again
the booze will always flow
on all the brilliant calloused hands
and tanned athletic toes.
corruption in the Omnibus
though words can never fail
the heart is hard like Romulus
the teeth are sharp like nails.
5 to 1 and Avon calling
whispered in his ear
dragging up the silent films
on creaky basement stairs
you, I, who, why
please understand my stares.
I just want to come home with you
and I don't care who cares.
