Canto XVI Perchè non reggi tu
l’appetito Dé mortali Baby, one more time For my peace of mind Wasting away through siege-works Descrying surprise and perversity Two ways to fight in your face Frontal assault or sneaky crawly Up your ass envelopment or two ways to fight The sickness of free market capitalism Baker’s man George II or as fast as toucan Yreka
ordinals or back to Part of the tribe or Austin City Limits Rewrite beautiful by retyping I don’t need to deconstruct Ugliness in order to tell beauty They all pitch in :--make it one for my baby Then leave when their wives have cancer Write well die young The
world is blind and thou art In it trapped in the cave enit Lit from behind shadows As statues as monuments cards Dealt show Death The Hanged Man Haman hoist on his own wrath beati pacifici And one more for the hard pan road--: Designed and used by Romans and other ancients For horses and carts Cannot safely support vehicles traveling In excess of fifteen miles per hour Much less two-way traffic Insurance was not crafted To solve anything ‘cept the insurer’s Lack of cash flow Mixing the insured’s problems With equity investments Only creates more problems Crosses the banker’s eyes A frontal assault binocular Two ways to fight Drunks wander down Then up Pine to bus their woes To LakeBonoVista and the Xmas show Fireworks and Jesus rocked Back and forth against thunderheads Gathering in the west Pale Hotels glittering and palms afire Frost lighted with supine Homeless scattered beyond the Pale One one-legged with Tiny Tim Crutch clutched beneath arm Pit his spare some . . . Snare some bake me a cake Gators wandering past the Citrus Club with two-fisted OJ pouring vodka pouring Man unmanned supine Against Jesus bus Only the World Cup distracts Only the Twins hitless Only the Magic spells One and all
to Brits expatted patty-cake patty-cake Do I have to draw your picture? Pull your tooth Show your scar Roll your sleeve Choke your pretzel Tattoo your titties Shrimp your shrink Box your ears Scar your sphincter Roll your rug Lower your ears Fictionalize your memoir Orientalize your rap Remember your lies Lie down with dogs Dog your steps Step on your crack Crack your momma’s back Devo your Reba Tire your rose ann Mac your knife Heath your heather Do I have to draw you a picture? Bottle deposit fee load/no load Murder by a thousand cuts The idea that human beings group to survive That sometimes they fail Argonauts rejection of Medea Iceni rejection of Boudica Tories rejection of Thatcher Agriculture Counts! Corn rows pone hominy posole Short Pump Pocahontas Rejection of Powhatan poke-a-honcho Neverland to devil-land Unbidden but driven Belle & Sebastian Primal Scream Make Crystal the bartender Instead of
Mitch Does financial analysis for the studios I have to write notes To tell which ones to go to dome The way mystique rhymes with mistake The way we hanker after chocolate The way binary code doesn’t Resemble dots and dashes Rewrite mystique by retyping I don’t need to deconstruct Mistake in
order to tell To pitch in Then leave when Ken Lay gets cancer Write dots die dashing There’s really no difference Between childlike and childish Between playful and played out Will we be ashamed in heaven Will we have Guinness Will we still eat Christ’s body
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