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All the bickering of which is best

The song, the canvass, the word, the marbled stone,

The rest

Pittance such luxury

Lacking any test

Pittance yes!

Void of existential quest

Ver-Sed, Ver-Sed

Who maketh thee?

Who taketh thee

And

Sedateth me?

Who bends me forward

to hit the spine

And

Dullen me?

Who slips the Foley in

To

Empty me?

Who punches holes

And cuts me now

From Navel

To

My wooly down?

And snips

The Sigmoid

Removing

For all time

My frown?

Salud to you

Dear Surgeon Dan

My Bowel

Your David

Your Peter Pan

Your Ode,

Your Humboldt’s Gift

Oh gaze upon

My tummy’s rift

True art

Surpasses tests of time

True art

Yields gifts sublime

True art

Transforms the crass

True art

Allows the gas to pass

Oh sirens

Sing celestial praise

To such simple joy

Flatulence, Sulphuric haze

The joke recall

The heart, the brain, the ass?

Yo!

Urethra

Oh stream, oh river!

Flow

I work

I work again

Back now

To

Silly pursuits

I void

I void again

Satan

Look elsewhere

For thine Recruits

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