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Standing under the fobbed Impendent belly of Time Tell me the truth, I said, Teach me the way things go. All the other lads there Were itching to have a bash, But I thought wanting unfair: It and finding out clash. So he patted my head, booming Boy, There's no green in your eye: Sit here and watch the hail Of occurence clobber life out To a shape no one sees - Dare you look at that straight? Oh thank you, I said, Oh yes please, And sat down to wait. Half life is over now, And I meet full face on dark mornings The bestial visor, bent in By the blows of what happened to happen. What does it prove? Sod all. In this way I spent youth, Tracing the trite untransferable Truss-advertisement, truth.