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fragment of the history of the west
... spat out the wine and wafer
One sour the other stale
(All institutions fail)
And wolfed down Marx and Freud
And felt a little safer
Tenting beside the Void.
O how much is missin
From poems by Thisson
Old life-denier
Groaner and sigher
In Eliot-tones
He sucks his despair
From the light and air
All skin and bones
So shrunk up and dry
He won't even smell
Once he climbs down to try
Rotting in hell.
Lord, if I go down there
Moanin and pissin
Stick me between a snivelling, snarling pair
Like Farken and Thisson.