The Gods Are Not Blind
You dig a tunnel and blind it with velvelt
You throw a rose on the velvelt and welcome me to the throne
What do you call my crime?
You water down my wine and whittle down the sparkle
You savour my stew and make holes in the cooking pot
What do you say I did?
You sling stones and go under the mortar
The gods are not blind oh you smart snake
Sooner than you think the pestle will find the mortar.
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