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Five nights agone I lay at rest / On my suburban couch. / My trousers on the bedpost hung, / Red gold within their pouch. / The twin-gods Law and Order seemed / To me all powerful as I dreamed.
My life was staid, my rates were paid, / And peace was in my mind. / Nor recked I of unruly men / To evil deeds inclined - / Strange, primal atavistic men / Who shock the peaceful citizen.