WHAT WILL THEY
THINK OF NEXT?
Just like the old-timers used to say, 'what will
they think of next?' - give me your sustaining
melody, take me to your twinkle-toes, lift the
graft with your Casandra. More then that,
I do not know.
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It was only chance that brought me a
fleeting glory; ending up on your front
steps, begging food, you took me in.
I washed your mighty dishes for an hour.
We talked, and then the wildman within
me took a session as we both laughed.
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Graft and corruption and invincible seed;
something like that - I really forget all
the rest. I'd not escape your atmosphere
no matter, wherever I went, and it all
comes together in the end. We are human
in only one respect : not eternal, just human
in both the flesh and the needs. Disturb
nothing as you prepare to leave, for this
is now my house, my house alone.
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More than that, I do not know.
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