I am tapping on an imaginary jar of spices
Would I have that for a kind of non-amenable Pisces?
If the white-knees filled me with bite-pleas!
Or am I just wagering against a quixotic swarm of fleas?
How would a sun be maimed O wise Solomon (!),
if it was revisited in the Pacific like a job of con?
I wouldn’t go to New York, not for every cock!
And penny doesn’t like them cocks, she’s just a dyke in the dock!
Is it my failure that I don’t prefer allure?
Everything I own is constantly made impure!
You know the betrayal and encroachment; do you know the basement
that I can consign the evil for all its ignominious entertainment?!
So why should I fear if Saint Paul decrees
that if I cry or decry, I am going to further evil please?
If righteousness is infiltrated, then be gone with it!
You think I should despair that nothing, then, me befit?!
O Mother, do you see what they have done to me?
There is no aspiration, no place sacred left (Not evil Left) for me to be…
But I am not a candle blowing in the wind!
Every vile move of theirs, I will contemptuously rescind!
