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Would you like him gutted or in batter?

The waiter asked the baiter

I think I’ll go the latter

The baiter told the waiter



Would you like his tripe?

The madman asked the looker

It should be just ripe!

The looker told the madman



And how about his brain?

The servant asked the lady

Just smuther it in grain

The lady told the servant



And how about his heart?

Oh we’ll just leave it out

Pumping and thumping

Until it’s quite full of doubt



And then what shall we do?

Feed it to the dogs,

Or grind it for the hogs

And lead it on,

From man to pawn,

Until the time to strike has come

Until his spirit will be done



And so came the pain,

The neverending game,

The dice all rigged so he shall lose,

Like a rag-doll he shall be abused.

And then shall come the end