Remove the master from the master ring
Remove the Mister from his place at home
What’s left is mysterious misery…a bone
For boys to gnaw upon, fierce, and circling.
Don’t throw the baby out with the water
Don’t purge history of the father’s rage
Lear, the guy with only one real daughter
Was the old storm on Saturn in his old age.
The great red spot, the angry dot,
That has not ceased for centuries,
Has oases of the greatest calm, blue and kind
The green flash, the eye of the storm’s furies.
Learn what I know, to expect no quarter
That way she you’ll be glad to know. Oh my daughter.


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