The Cancer Cure

 

All that beauty in the beast

The chunk and chisel

And all that plate

Brought down in the plains

Laid low in the dust,

You may as well have murdered

A man for a button

Raped a woman for a kiss

As to kill the brute

Which eats the grass

For that dumb monkey magic.

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