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SPRING IN THIS UNDULY MOSHPIT COMPARISON CHART

In the west an ugliness hypnogically
Persuades ulterior no-farmers
The cliches must continue unmolested

It is an ugliness it's not too late
To get in on the ground floor

And once we're there, you and I,
And our thinking has adjusted
As our feet, freed from ice-soaked boots
Feel halfway alive again and therefore great

We praise the landlord and pass
The bowl of khat, cleaning our niceness

The first weapon they trained us in