REGENTS
Just like old age - I never thought I'd
get to this; the number four thousand and
what a stirring bliss. I've got enough words
here to stuff a stinking cunt, strike out a blind
man's frenzy, cut off the hangman's hands, throw
his babies from a cliff. I'm tired enough to hang
wash from that milkman's asshole. Listen up!
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All you who tire of everything else, give me
your huddled masses; line them up on shore,
pass their bread and honey fragrance back -
bring me Belgium, bring me Mars. I take it
all, and I give nothing back. Untie my laces,
let me fly asunder. I am ready for the fight.
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