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ANOTHER YEAR AMONG THE DYING RATS

Very soon I know it won't be long

Every letter every word I've said

Every deed and every thought-of thing

That ever tumbled through my wicked head

Will come around and bite me with its sting

And drag me off cocooned inside its tongue.

Another year ahead to make mistakes

To baffle all the critics with my crude

And crablike stance on what it is to live

So cheeky fresh and wanker snazzy lewd

Among the dying rats who never give

An inch of anything that money makes.

The resolute the absolutely lost

And lonely state of who I claim to be

Resplendent on my laureled decks of shame

Recounting my advanced liquidity

And dropping every place and ever name

To paint myself a king at any cost.

Very soon I know it won't be long

Every letter every word I've said

Every deed and every thought-of thing

That ever tumbled through my wicked head

Will come around and bite me with it sting

And drag me off cocooned inside its tongue.

D. Edgar Lamp

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