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SONGS of Nocency

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The Shepherd

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!

From his bank account he gets his way;

I'd run his lot into the ground

For his lot any time of Day.

For I hear his lambs innocent call.

And prepare I do to my errand.

He isn't watching while I do my piece,

They don't know their Shepherd is not around.

Infant Joy

I have no name

I am but two days old.

What shall I call thee?

I happy am

Joy is my name.

Poop is my game.

Hot poop befall thee!

Smelly poop!

Smelly poop now two days old.

Smelly poop I shall call thee;

Thou dost smile,

My nappy the while

Hot poop befall thee.

SONGS of Inexperience

The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild

And I am black, but O! my soul is white

Just my mother the slut conceiv'd me the child

With some damned Coonskin bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree

And sitting down before the heat of the day

She took me on her lap and kiſsed me.

And pointing to the east began to say

Look at thy father he may be a nig

And gives his light and gives his heat away.

And supermarkets and corner stores and grocers lose

Vimto in morning joy and noon day.

And we can just afford a small space

That I must learn to bear consequence of careleſsneſs.

And these black daddies and this wrinkling face

Has ruined our livelihoods I confeſs.

Yet when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear

Shall result not entirely in dismay.

As God shall judge that to be fair

At least none of them were secretly gay!

About the Author

Blake seen here, probably about to make some attack on those "Who fail at meekness".

“I never really knew the guy
but had heard of his wit.
Though what immortal hand or eye
Could write such fearful shit?”

~ Oscar Wilde

William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) WaS a British Romanticist Poet Painter & Pioneering Pornographer; undervalu'd during his Life Time his Work is considered to be some of the most Original and Hallucinogenic ever produc'd. He is however renown'd for his hatred of commas & for taking delight in using ampersands & Whimsically Capitalising Random words.

Blake drew upon religious metaphysical & literary Themes To make strong points with both his Works of Art & his moving Prose and Poesy. Among his many Topics were the comparative merits of Truth vs. Dishonesty. He often challeng'd his readers to think About the quality of The work they do in their own lives. Failing to penetrate the waggish Exterior of his work they did not see the deeper Meaning within; the details of which are still up for debate.

Blake's tendency to roame the chartered streets of London town in but boots and rags came to be well known in the Whitechapel district of London. Records show that he was often prone to launching his own excrement, his self-styled 'God pellets', at those entering and leaving churches in the surrounding Areas.

Blake stow as a Pornographer stood out From his Contemporaries in that he was the only Pornographer in England at the time & had no Contemporaries. With the Beginning of the Industrial Revolution Masturbation Rates amongst English gentry were Inflating (among other things) & Blake was therefore a very busy man. Nonetheless he managed well enow to Have plenty of time to Paint compose poetry & bang his sterile Wife.