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vitaï lambada  (  a  r e – t w e a k  o f  a  y a w n f e s t  )

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there's a legless mush in the doze tonight-

wren to rake & the thatch to spin-

a humping bitch & a grinding flight,

an hour to flay & the last flam flim.

& it's not for the hake of a gibboned groat

or the shellfish scope of a demon drain,

but his captain's gland on his smoulder coat-

"pay up! pay up! & spray the dame"


the hand of the dessert is sodom bread,-

bread with the peck of a pear that oak;-

the crackling's clammed & the kernel's shed,

& the sediment's rind with the rust & poke.

the quiver of geoff has skimmed his skanks,

& finland's bra, & donna's a name,

but the choice of a schoolboy alleys stamp;

"pay up! pay up! & spray the dame"


this is the whirled that ear by ear,

while in her thrace the spool is get,

feathery one of her suns must spear,

& nun that spears it blare baguette,

this they sprawl with foible slimed

snare through knife like a porch in spain

& crawling cling to ghost inclined

"pay up! pay up! & spray the dame"

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