“Out, out – out of my way!
“Don’t touch me at all, but do as I say.
“A brush on the arm can cause me harm, when it’s the Brush of Death I’m awaiting.
“Don’t breathe.
“Don’t dare breathe near me.
“Your air – from inside you – coming out at me. How very, very horrible.
“It now has pieces of you, and it will corrupt.
“No, don’t listen to me.
“Stop up your ears and turn away.
“They’re my words and my thought – not to be sold and not to be bought. Out of my mouth from between my teeth.
“Don’t you know how personal that is?
“Allow me, allow me.
“I’ll open the door.
“I’ll let you enter.
“Demand what you want – don’t be afraid to ask. Make them fill your request. I come here for bread, and I come here for cake. You can trust me. Would I lie? They don’t mind me, they’re used to my song. It’s entertainment, you see, and it’s free.
“Chew them up, enjoy them – those muffins look good. I’m a madman in a bakery, and I know how to eat.”
DE
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