One doesn’t watch the symbols or the mermaids show
What might be their downfall in those randy glances.
Banks and eagles, worms and ladders, snakes, their branches,
Would cast the die for watching if it weren’t for Poe,
Who said, more or poor, less or poorer, One doesn’t watch,
Except by virtue of the spell that faeries throw.
The one that makes mamas drool and dread, gently blow
Their sons and daddies to the grave.
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