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Knotted bog rats chew my stomach
lick dried blood with burning tongues.
I've watched the wanton dancing women;
watched them turn their heads in scorn.
Where's the iceman with his needle?
When will nasty worms lay numb?
Crush the crowns those bastard circles,
pull the thorns, they're lullabies.
They reek of pus and yellow fever
won't you suck their pockets dry?
Now fill your nostrils full of hatred
don't choke upon my stagnant lies,
and pull yourself up to this table
share my pain dear child of mine.