that famous fatheads find that each
and every thing must have an end
(the silly cause of trivial which
thinkless unwishing doth depend
upon the texture of their p-ss)
isn’t(and that it mayn’t be twirled
around your little finger is)
what’s right about the g. o. world
what’s wrong with(between me and we)
the g–d -ld w. isn’t that it
can’t exist(and is that the
g. o. w. is full of delete