| Arthur Rimbaud by Rajean Gallagher If Arthur Rimbaud, the poet, returned, my smart-assed muse/master would shake and burn- swaying his hips at every right turn... If Arthur Rimbaud, the poet, returned. If Arthur Rimbaud, the poet, could arise he'd sarcastically repent with a ragged little sigh- shed only a tear, with not a drop in his eye-- If Arthur Rimbaud, the poet, could arise. If Arthur Rimbaud, the poet were here, he'd whisper sweet naughties, clever and queer- liquor emboldened profanities, well....well, I'd just love to hear--! If Arthur Rimbaud, the poet, were here. |
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