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At The Ball
May 1, 2021
The devil’s in the detail,
Your cousin’s in the pub,
He’s been boozing since 11am
Aye, there’s the rub.
Look in the mirror
Inspect the back of your mind
Microscopically construct another time:
an armed robbery —
you dirty, rotten swine.
sip whiskey, look around, frown.
what could it be?
the city of the bee?
Let’s go have a look-see.
He lost his mind at the Necromancer’s ball
so what do you think he’ll see?
A dark, empty hall?
He’s hellish tallish, like me.
