The Hootie Hoot and I,
my gall set me free
in moral decay
as the carrion's filet,
squandering away
with death's bitter aftertaste
rising with decadence yeast,
cloistered with my goiter
as if a requiem for an oyster,
the Hootie Hoot and I
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