.It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife
Into poor wandering Becket under a mother of Pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme
While feeling out of sorts like a road sweeper dressed up to the nines
As the multi-colored kite .
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