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[milo]

Took he then the White Man's curses,
Rules for putting words in order,
Rules for making White Man's verses,
Shredded them in office shredder.
Into little bits of paper
Did brave Hiawatha shred them,
Piled them in a little pileup.
Took he then his flint and sparker,
Treaty gift from passing White Man,
Flint and sparker made by Ronson,
Touched it to the pile of tinder,
Tender tinder now the Rules were,
Turned them into sparks arising,
Sparks to summon all the Muses
Rising in the evening moonlight.
Such a fire no Muse refuses,
Lit by flint and steel from Ronson,
Made of sparks that now the Rules is,
Swimming like an Indian maiden
Nude and bobbing in the water,
Bobbing, bobbing in the water,
Lapping, licking, lucky water,
First the titty, then the booty,
Neither with a stitch of clothing.
"Write," she said to Hiawatha,
"Write my titty, write my booty,
Write your *loving*, write your *feeling*
Gushing where the stinking Rules were!"
So she said to Hiawatha
Ere she turned into a Raven
Leaving Hiawatha ravin'
By the smoking embers smoking
Something he rolled up for ravin'
Of the titty and the booty
Bobbing, gleaming in the moonlight.

Dennis Hammes