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This poor blind bird jumps It hops in and out of every bad Landing on spittle and wormwood Holding fast at all darb dirt Feasting on worms of wrongs Gasping helplessly  But none comes to rescue It knows not its own and count A city of all and all negatives Teaching the rejectable Breeding morally reprehensibly Thieves, cheats, robbers, all outlaws Now the abode of murderers The very best of all worsts The citizens are the real pictures Of self hate and self destruction Giving power to their enemies To those who think everything Just once they're against the people They're their real choice Wise in all things wrong Capricious conglomerate Gathering of strangers Lovers of their fractures Worshippers of their shackles Magnifiers of their condemnable Choristers unto their graves Why will this blind bird flirt? Fluttering in filthiest ponds Without shame it smiles Such smiles that curries disdain This fickle blind bird! When shall we sing your praise? Or when do we say goodbye; Good