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All Manner
All manner of blabber,
Jiggery poke, God is
A commie and so is
The pope, hiccups
ricochet, Pinochet
Is locked up today.

Kissinger runs loose
And so does the Juice.
Cavalry cavalcades,
Just horsing around,
Announcing the
second coming of
Bozo the Clown.

Tremendous ovations
Ensue, hobos stirring
Pot-au-feu, a fine
how-do-you-do.
Auto-de-fe, the
burning’s on you.

Cum se and cum sa
Out on the road near
Denver, Moriarity at
The wheel, spinning
The last romance.

We’ve had no chance.
The doors were open,
But we hung back
Rather than discuss
Matters best left
Unsaid and unsung

Nobody remembers
Anything anymore,
It was all a hoax
Some dumb grudge.

You thought she
Was a priestess,
You pleaded for her
To judge, but the
Scales were stolen.
            ---Jack Oakes

 

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