O
dear we miserable gobshites we louts
Why
do we do these things we do so easily we
Can’t
remember whether or not to speak to stop
Hearing us we who work all day to keep us free!
It’s
like forgetting the words of our favorite parable
The
name of our favorite lie we buy this broken hour
Merely
sixty minutes carelessly picked and strewn
About
our heads this necessary thunderous hurt
Ah!
We know well how nice again sometimes
We were freshly tired of public conveyances
We
tried songs we knew were silently risqué
We held in our strong sure hands inexorable stars
The dead let’s say who win the race who come
Back to ask a favor we always give to traitors to God
Back to ask a favor we always give to traitors to God
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