Slicque Stubple Stomph

 
 
 
slick slick
slick like dick is slick,
moangroanin' the
butterside slide.
 
This'ere is what mighty
mighty empires be made
of,  Give me a dirty'dollar and  
I'll give ye what y'd never
eXpect in yr weirdest dreams,
in yr naked nights, yr funkasstical
four'n'cations.

 Y'll be welcome by the seamen
at every portly call, at every dinner
table, (past, present, or tolling bells),
sleeping on the sidebars, whipping
the old oXen's ass (when it's time
for walking  home with angels,)
 
You knew who was there.  
You know who had gone.
Yet I let you lead me on, and
walk me up the hangman's  
tower, same as you did the
            day before,
dancing, dancing, and dancing  
            some more.
 
 
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