Intro and Outro:
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Oh where is your inflammatory writ
Your text that would inside a light be lit
Our music deserving devotion unswerving
Cried do I deserve her with unflagging fervour
Well no we do not if we cannot get over it
But whatâs it mean when suddenly weâre spent tell me true
Ambition came and reared itâs head and went far from you
Even molluscs have weddings though solemn and leaden
But you dirge for the dead and take no jam on your bread
Just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed
And all at once it came to me
And I wrote in hunch til 4:30
But that vestal light it burns out with the night
In spite of all the time that we spent on it
On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
While outside the wild boars root
Without bending a bough underfoot
Oh it breaks my heart I donât know how they do it
So donât ask me
And as for my inflammatory writ
I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit
Advice from the master derailed that disaster
He said hand that pen over to me poetaster
While âcross the great plains keening lovely and awful
You ulate the lost great American novels
An unlawful lot left to stutter and freeze floodlit
But at least they didnât run to their undying credit
