The Applicant

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First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch A brace or a hook Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then How can we give you a thing? Stop crying Open your hand Empty? Empty. Here is a hand To fill it and willing To bring teacups and roll away headaches And do whatever you tell it Will you marry it? It is guaranteed To thumb shut your eyes at the end And dissolve of sorrow We make new stock from the salt I notice you are stark naked How about this suit---- Black and stiff, but not a bad fit Will you marry it? It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof Against fire and bombs through the roof Believe me, they'll bury you in it Now your head, excuse me, is empty I have the ticket for that Come here, sweetie, out of the closet Well, what do you think of that ? Naked as paper to start But in twenty-five years she'll be silver In fifty, gold A living doll, everywhere you look It can sew, it can cook It can talk, talk , talk It works, there is nothing wrong with it You have a hole, it's a poultice You have an eye, it's an image My boy, it's your last resort Will you marry it, marry it, marry it
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