Tich Backhouse : his two bits on th ereafter
When I were ten i lied t me ma
committin venereal sin gainst grate poohbah
or so they sed at bible schoo – l tent-tabernacle
responses i – unrepentick an a mite dillytory
cos me cummupance iz due bein befuddled an decrepick
soze why caint skyhi fiddlerz bowin-prowess
dance me down them stairs wid less fuller-some airs?
for taint az if i thumbed me nose presumptuous-like
at christendum (which aint a place – susposedly a state o grace)
incitin wails torn hair fits o spleen and lamentation
debauchin those wid ears to prick n eyes t goggle
az reverend bodeswill in his zeal do swear
(scenes o nekkid bodies writhin everywhere)
duz frolickin spark o fire dismay sun till it glower?
taint no test lib i will az i ha bin wi zest!
iz doom a care? in a pig's ear!
mmvii
from Tich : his deposition
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