Rawhead and Bloody Bones
Cuts himself another slice;
Incest, Aquinas owns,
Is a form of avarice.
This Belly too commits,
By a strange and self abuse,
Chin-chopper’s titbits,
Meat of his own mint, chews.
“Know thyself!” says Tongue’s root-
Bulb in the bone sconce:
Belly loves its own fruit,
Sucks on three sins at once.
Soul and Body both do
Thus, until, a limit passed,
Gullet severed, right through —
Grisly cud falls at last.
Spare your poet pious groans!
Give the poet no advice!
Rawhead and Bloody Bones,
Cut yourself another slice!
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