Which Way Is The Crux?

The fever! I feel it in the sound of the distant drumms/ for the natives are restless and soon will come/ to reclaim what has always been theirs./ My portion of the bounty I will gladly surrender./ All I ask is to be killed last/ so I may see my neighbors squirm/ and hear their pitiful cries. It was only a dream...sorrow.../ o if only it had been real,/ but instead I am just a poor man/ and the drumms are not beating/ and the natives are cozy and fat./ Curling up in front of the TV/ to watch their favorite shows,/ there are some things no one wants to know.

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