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This poem feature in a newsletter from Kevin's
record label -Rockport in the late 90's.
I am the weasel
ferreting through the mails
gnawing through the prison
hedgehog prickle bars
you pompous poodles
have provided
I am the masked
magnificent
mouse-hole monster
most beloved of weasel-worshippers
everywhere
I take no prisoners
though I perpetually
prevaricate as to the rightness
and correctness
of my solitary
cause
I'm a woefully worried weasel
(especially on weekdays)
though at weekends
I waltz a lot
What else can a weasel do?
