Monday, August 31, 2009

Death by Necktie

About thy neck and to Molek,
I'm the attire sure to hire
Your doctor, mortician,
Priest and crier

The solstice seal

And fulminating mark,
That silk-spun reel
Round your woven sark
Who gloats in throes
Of three snits and woes
To all and all:
Apiece in blows!

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