Good little Christians
Get drunk tonight
When the wind in the
Willows is raw,
And the Mad Hatter
Cries for the child
He has lost while
The preacher touches
Me with his Black soul.
The moral of the story
Is that morals are dead,
And you purge all
The blood from your pores.
So climb upon your lofty
Ego, bitterly, to scorn
All the children who
Sing upon glossy white
Wing in the rafters of your mind
Till the Jolly Green Giant
Makes you laugh in despair
And the Cat in the Hat grows old.
---"Tell my mother, my soul cannot be saved."
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