Dream Song 82: Op. posth. no. 5

 Maskt as honours, insult like behaving
missiles homes.
 I bow, & grunt 'Thank you.

I'm glad you could come
so late.
' All loves are gratified.
 I'm having
to screw a little thing I have to screw.

Good nature is over.


Herewith ill-wishes.
 From a cozy grave
rainbow I scornful laughings.
 Do not do,
Father, me down.

Let's shuck an obligation.
 O I have
done.
 Is the inner-coffin burning blue
or did Jehovah frown?

Jehovah.
 Period.
 Yahweh.
 Period.
 God.

It is marvellous that views so differay
(Father is a Jesuit)
can love so well each other.
 We was had.

O visit in my last tomb me.
—Perché?
—Is a nice pit.

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