Sword Swallowing Poems

Ballad of a Thin Man

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Copyright 1965 by Bob Dylan;
Renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

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