That the maudlin verse of the poète maudit is yet a soteriology
& that, who husband Art, yet owe Vita this heart-felt apology
For born betwixt Urine's Uranus & Dung's Doxology
Naught that wets a cunt, dries Socioproctology
Envoi-
Telemachus! Thou Prince more Proud for so far from a Father's far-faring Odyssey
So Penelope unpicking Laertes' shroud, for thee, yet be, all fucking Theodicy.
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