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Mr Critical

Joe Dolce

Apr 01 2011

1 mins

They call me Mr Critical
Mr Critical is my name
I can find the flaw in a feather
the crack in a drop of rain

I’ve been granted authority
by the Holy Whatchamacallit
all you Masters of Shovelling Shit
I be the one to haul it
and all your Mighty Engines of Wit
I be the one to stall it

I was born under a baldhead moon
I sucked on a milkless breast
I got whooped with a barbed wire rattle
my dolly was a hornet’s nest

I run off my teachers with a two-handed axe
I burnt my school to the ground
if I don’t know it it can’t be known
and now I’ll tell you how

Call me Mr Critical
Mr Critical is my name
I can find the flaw in a feather
the crack in a drop of rain.


Joe Dolce

Joe Dolce

Contributing Editor, Film

Joe Dolce

Contributing Editor, Film

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