DECIDEDLY
Decidedly I can't speak for you, won't,
shouldn't, wouldn't - but I still think
you're sitting too close to that heater.
Watch the flames as they bite at your ass.
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The dumb-ass Pope was Jonesing again
over his St. Peter's Square - and then he
took off and left while his sick, stupid
faithful all swooned and hollered. Decrepit,
twisted old Italian nuns waving white
flags in submission. Such shits.
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While that may be, decidedly I cannot
speak for you, and won't. I have salved
the legerdemain of your medicine tree and
like it that way : I ask you all, faithless faithful,
how many words are there for the things I say?
Nine thousand a week would never do.
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I am sick of listening to people talk about
their medicine and pills - how their blood
came in, their test results and dizzy spells
and upset stomachs and flu's - may they
all fall down and rot. It is God's hand that
stays all things, and nothing more.
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Decidedly, I cannot speak for you, and
won't - my art is on the walls everywhere
I go, and if you do not understand the language,
you will understand nothing at all. And now,
I'm going back to Philadelphia again.
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