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And so being inside
He knows that
Afterall to belong
To the brotherhood
Is to quickly see
The eggstains
On everyone's tie
And so when I said
I am going
To the priest's party
He smiled
A knowing smile
And wished me well
Then hurried down
To the local bar
And sat with the local whores
And the local bastards
And drank from where the truth
Really was

Irwin R. Shaw - August 1st 1983