Rawhead and Bloody Bones


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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