A Ballad Called Jed

‘Here’s some poems for

antichrists, Haemaphrodites,

phagocytes, theodolites, up all nights

…where’s my Lite’s?

Beside you

Thanks’

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You’re the shops,

You’re the feel them see them

They’re the cops

From the Reichmuseum

The moment they’re on bottom

They wanna sop

Whenever they’re on the bottom

You’re the Tops!