Got everything rationed, measured out to the last grain of rice
and the last drop of curry, loving metallic water from tap to lip,
going shut-in lights off black out air raid but it don't matter
you hear,
it just don't matter because I got ten yen pens that I swear smell
of peppermint or anything else eluding my coin supply and fields
and fields of blank white sheets to loose while sowing seeds
with the stroke of said ten yen pens -- amen.
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