Autophony

I spoke to Him. He asked: Why dost thou worship me? Dost thou worship my infinite genius of creativity that made the heavens, the flowers and thee? Or dost thou worship the unerring measurer of thy deeds, who judges and sentences without appeal?

For every Alexander There is a Punjab, For every Bligh a Bounty, An East India Company May plunder, chase revenues And impose doctrines, But it would do well To steer clear of Dumdum bullets.

My Refund cries under the taxman My Refund cries under the king My Refund cries under the taxman Oh give back my Refund to me Give back, give back Give back my Refund to me, to me Give back, give back Give back my Refund to me Last night as I sat with my accounts Last night as I sat with my books Last night as I sat with my accounts I dreamed that my Refund was dead Give back, Give back Give back my Refund to me, to me Give back, Give back Give back my Refund to me Oh throw ye curses o'er the taxman And throw ye curses o'er the king Oh throw ye curses o'er the taxman And Get back my Refund to me Give back, Give back Give back my Refund to me, to me Give back, Give back Give back my Refund to me The lies will blow over the taxman The lies will blow over the king The lies will blow over the taxman And give back my Refund to me Give back, Give back Give back my Refund to me, to me Give back, Give back Give back my Refund to me

Squashed, she lay in a pool of other people's blood, Squished, she lay in a pool of other people's blood! Oh! Her crumpled gossamer wings shall buzz no more, Hushed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood! Alas! Her broken slender legs shall land no more, Smashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood! Oh! Her maxillary palps shall sense veins no more, Bashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood! Oh! Her blunted piercing stylets shall drill no more, Mashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood! Alas! Her maxilla shall suck up blood no more, Coshed, it lay in a pool of other people's blood! Dreams of little maggots floating in still water, Dashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood! Hopes of a malarial life lived together, Quashed, they lay in a pool of other people's blood! Pitiful this male mosquito sings lamenting, Crushed, She lay in a pool of other people's blood!