HOLLY HOCKS AND ASPHRODIL
And I have no clue what I'm talking about,
in fact I'm one joyous screwup. My mother's
maiden name was Asshole, and my father
came from a line of creeps. I was born in
Rahway Prison. I spent my first ten years
in heaps. Piles of trouble, jumbles of hate.
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Now, how do I rate? It can't be very high.
I have to be exposed to the wordy enigmas
patriots claiming to be scamps, and scamps
claiming their patriotism matters. Men named
something or other, and sweet girls in tatters.
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I'd like to have them all - one quick taste
of each enigma. Something different, names
and labels on the asses of the common people.
Here's to the manner of the manor born:
Magna Carta chops. Crazies so forlorn.
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