A poem by Ivor Cutler, in “Is that your flap, Jack

A poem by Ivor Cutler, in "Is that your flap, Jack?"

CHEATED

Timid I contorted myself to fit into society.  My outraged self fought
back, and, although it has taken a lifetime, I can see now the volcano
I should have been.  Why do you think the old are so bad-tempered?

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