Two of Diamonds - Gong Farming
5 - Writer's Choice - Heroic Verse!
5 - Writer's Choice - Heroic Verse!
The Nightman
When nocturnal flies alight
In the moonless London night
The Gong Man starts his evening chore
And thinks of who he's farming for:
The prostitutes in darkened halls
The bishop who rejects them all
But yearning for one to molest
Thus flagellates his naked chest
For the urchins on the curb
The gypsy girl, the exiled Serb
For all the infants in the Thames
Their ever-empty, clenching hands
For the leper's dying moan
And Henry Tudor's golden throne
For all those trapped within this pit
Someone has to shovel shit
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