In conversations badly recalled
In the fiery breast of a pigeon,
Burning with a life of Tabasco excess,
You forget to remember what had been,
The Vaselining of the throat for redress.
Suggest a remedy of salting your tea,
Deception wrought with a pocket full of ink,
Would the plumbing at midnight be,
With a pair of legless glasses as you blink?
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