Are greatly under-rated:
He told the truth once in a way,
For now he's choked and crated.
The breath that bellowed from his lungs
Blew forth forever meaner;
The tomb is quiet, so his tongue's
Stopped up with dirt that's cleaner.
His sermons lulled with rant and rave,
That bludgeoned thought to coma;
Come dance a little on his grave
And cheer his carcinoma.
Anna Murcan
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