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10.Ambulance Chaser

In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavernous orifice asphyxiated
form
Washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomimed parting in
Parts the trial of the worm
Sew the lid closed cough and spit into your palm with charitable
charms and
Slap the bad mans wrist insist disarm
Do the math the path is a narrow one it led me down to a cold
and shallow grave
On my tombstone I read the epitaph 'Here lies a man who lived
and died a slave'
Till the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious
distresses
Serve the right foot raw so flawed undressed
Semiconscious concentration Christmas cards and suffocation
Ambulances beckon bodies tires squealing sirens wailing