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Or else god just loves a good thief

Or a buttery smile won't fill the pantry

Or because to breed them up is to breed us down

Or when there's nothing stranger than the rum of folk

Or when they die at noon they are born at midnight

Or what if the slum is only half-frenzy

Or a fig-less Eve writhing your eden

Or the schoolknife as the new son-of-a-gun

Or the library shelved with human ashes

Or the crazies in blue nightgowns at the ward gate

Or until this fable called history is agreed upon

Or to cut down the family forest is to preserve the tree

Or could it just be the bluster of jingoism

Or might Cicely and I enquire if you are fluent in African

Or when there's no change from the chameleons we voted in

Or in clean rags for a pail of water

Or as he cheated the wife's eye for the new cutie

Or as the prince was cracking his eggs whilst listening to Handel

Or because it's different when the mutilated are Muslims

Or else what kind of sinner are you