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On the engraving of a Soup Tureen (Which I have not seen) By William Blake
If by dull rhymes our English must be chained
Because through bright discontinuities your Scots must not be released And, unlike Vulpecula, the sour text Unleashed because of pleasing tawdriness, Don't bother to don (because you must not be liberated) Doc Martens less extruded or partial, Too slack for the gloved hand of Criticism. Don't bother to ignore the hammer, or estimate the laxity Of any note, or hear what will be lost To lazy eye or unfocussed attention. Profligates of point and line, more Than Madonna of her chequebook, don't bother to be, Accommodating to living stems outside the rope soles; Nevertheless, because you will force the examiner to be detained, He won't be released without the chains of his comrades.
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Peter Manson's For The Good Of Liars is out now from Barque.