The whisky priest once abruptly flew the planet round,
Blew half on ladyboys and half on truth of the alcoholic kind,
And blown it all, Deodamas lay in the gutter to be the steady damnation
of his Lord.
Damned damned obligation, for Jonah must arrive at Nineveh,
it 's the law,
And Oedipus cannot trick his fate of finding Thebes again,
Hedonist, O hedonist, bring down the curtain soon,
Pleasure, he said, I have had my fill,
Creaked by joint when the mess bell was rung,
And went and found luscious in the potatoes and gruel,
Endorphins should be shared endorphins, then I could dance,
Instead of pursued by fury,
A good living, a stipend, a manse, whichever loricate defence,
The hermit crab, the turtle of verdantgreen, the carapace,
The snake must slough its skin, we will find you.
So Deodamas, the saboteur and his embassy, the ambassador
and the dipsomaniac,
And a twinkle of the eye, a curl of the lip in sarcastic fun,
He thought he detected when the promissory notes
Were pressed to his palm, must ultimately return.
