Degenerate

I am a rough ball of twineI have a duty to doI been tied to the tablebut now I am frazzled and aloofdegenerate, disintegrate the tight knotsdegenerate, rot away the noosesdegenerate, out come those tanglesoh degenerate, oh degenerateacorn squash and a hearty rows of okrastand of sweet corn by the trickling creekwinter dead that was buried ‘neath the pole beansbehold a sink-hole in the springdegenerate, washed by weather cyclesdegenerate, bleach the deadly night shadesdegenerate, prepare to take the profitoh degenerate, oh degeneratedegenerate, disintegrate the tight knotsdegenerate, bleach the deadly night shadesdegenerate, out come those tanglesoh degenerate, oh degenerate

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