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In 1981

The Phantom of Liberation

Paid me a visit

Commanding

A sketch

I obliged

Thinking that was all

That was all

There was to it

Hello and goodbye

To the Phantom of Liberation

But the Phantom

Must have said

Eat my body

I complied

Thinking that was all

That was all

There was to it

Hello and goodbye

To the Phantom of Liberation

They found a foreign body

In my heart

And said it’s spread

To your brain

And your wings

I said I don’t have

Any wings

I asked if I should move

To a cemetery

They wanted to know

If I was trying to escape

Liberation

Or the conditions that require

Liberation

I listened to their question

Thinking that was all

That was all

There was to it.