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by Victor Shanti


`Twas sniffler
And the glassine packets filled with cache
Were pried and pilfered from the thatch
While Guy the chauffer
Held the match
For the mons-rats who outgrabbed.

Beware the cannabis, mon fils
The scent that soothes
The toot with catch.
Forsake the frivolous midnight blues
In the bountiful candy-patch.

Who heeds experience when young
Who needs experience when old
So then empassioned by delight
He filled his arms with gold.

Too late to say the deed was done
Too late to save the day
The pipe was passed
The capsule crushed
His baser thoughts had won.

No marble headstone marks his rest
No sepulcher of steel
Only his father's bitter tears
Prolongs his memory.

`Twas sniffler
And the glassine packets filled with cache
Were pried and pilfered from the thatch
While Guy the chauffer
Held the match
For the mons-rats who outgrabbed.



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