The gen bank with its truth
The Vicar with time sacrifice
The audience with their bugs
How smooth!
How suave!
The germ- roots expounded
The cure prescribed
But soon, so soon
The hulking loads press down
Numb the brain, kill the spirits
And none can do any good
Briefly after the rediscovery
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