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rum toita ticky tack
rum toyte hey
rum toita ticky tack
rum poite hey

come dusting down my borders
with sniffing hounds at bay
i bid you do no quarter
with those who will not pay

a tribute to my neighbor
who lives with me each day
you know I'm strange and angry
life has turned me out this way
(given to dis may)

but truly if you know me
you'll know I'm fairly sane
I'll feed you in the evening
with pictures from your dreams
i'll feed you bedtime stories
of humanity obscene

[ we'll learn the way is brighter
when lit from deep with-in]

thank god for the innocent
thank god for those who bleed
thank god for the sweet sweet innocent
for they're the first to leave

leave us their oiled ashes
embellished in Pomp and circumstance
let us harbor no resentment
for those who pay the rent

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This is the odd bit of writing I have lieing around (written January 2006). I have no idea why I wrote it, I seem to be channeling something (someone?) else. I think everyone knows what pompenstance is but I can not find a definition for it. Maybe a contraction of "Pomp and circumstance" [In fact it made more sense so I edited to suit]

On Toita:  http://word.world-citizenship.org/word/index.php/wp-archive/1417