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Sunday, February 22, 2004
So, crown and mitre me Bedbug the First --
the gift of mockery with which I'm cursed
is just an insect biting Fame behind,
a vermin swimming in a glass of wine,
that, dipped out with a finger, bound to bite
its saving host, ungrateful parasite,
whose sting, between the cleft arse and its seat,
reminds Authority man is just meat,
a moralist as mordant as the louse
that the good husband brings from the whorehouse
(apologies to Derek Walcott.)
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
11:59 PM
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