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The Lower Crust


you left the tin
man in the rain
he won't rust


your husband
must be very small
speck of lust


pieces of your shop
are strewn across the street
it went bust


your father's
money will pay your bills
in due time I trust


how did the math
prof come to die
I am nonplussed


I've got a million
more of these
do your wust