Thank you, Sir John; though it's a little strange
To thank the torturer who makes no change.
Thank you. Sir John, you've been extremely nice:
Whisky is still five times the proper price.
'Thank you, Sir John'; the compliments resound:
You still take only ten bob in the pound.
'Thank you, Sir John', the cheerful victim brays.
Never did robbery receive such praise.
May 7, 1944
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