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Riding Tigers

Slapp Happy

We're not well, dear. Toll the bell, dear
As our lives dissolve we revolve
Lonely & uninvolved
Pencil thin, we're near done in, we're
Masticating maize. An empty gaze
Sitting like that for days
Try as we may, calendars
Are scattered, furnaces go cold
Wardrobes flap in tatters, you & I grow old