177th Chorus
I dont wanta play like that
when I find you
as a world
In my heart
I dont want
To talk it lightly
And make jokes
And find myself
Paranoically
Grunting loud huge grunt
Of Gordo Exer-
Indian-Cise,
I’d – O Christ –
wouldn’t want to be cool
in hot hell
and be goofing
when yr sweet attentions
all me, thee,
describe, self-descried
in one essential
l I g h t,
the holy gold so-called
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