Shut up you in the lousy hot gray
Spare your lungs and pry leavened gums
From wooden teeth split into cloven hooves
I am no cloaked devil
Just four eyes and weak
Furloughed twenty-two years
Bagged for ten more
More anxious than a bad crease you might say
Pained from head to toe by yellow peril
I have very little left to say
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