keep your high tables
where no crumbs fall
where lazarus is banned
where the gruesome murders
are washed down with whisky
where the hungry and thirsty
salivate and never get a morsel
keep your high tables
where the concubines laugh
laughing at humourless tales
tales of your imagined heroic deeds
empty stories spun by spin doctors
keep your high tables
supported by clay legs of lies
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