Hiding diamonds in neckholes

There are reckonings but mostly nothing happens

We’re not here to be happy

This is a barrel, we’re all crabs

And that harrying wind you hear; hark, ‘tis laughter

For starters it’s the wrong tree you’re barking after

Price’s right Mr Barker

Writing a diary like J Harker

Y’all hearken, that’s my spark.

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