You goddamn devil
Bodhisattva of anguish
expressed as hand-wringing
pant-wetting
cheek-piercing
ecstatic religious
exhibitionist porno
but in a B & D scenario
with Passolini bravado
Crossed parts and
piss to bless you
Blasphemous heinous ass-neckery
It's a goddamn travesty
of ri-goddamn-diculous
masque tragedy
What can you do?
Now that it's over
All that we had
lost under the rafters
Quiet sincerity gets me
nowhere
Disillusioned at the garden gate
Ringing wet with fear and trepidation
Sorry sorry recompense
(Cue understated female backing vocal
Melody interwoven with solo piano)
We get what we get
What we think we deserve
What?
What can I do when
my mind goes rogue
strange to the essence of me?
Unable to function like an advanced human being
Pirate ship lost on Google maps
but still in touch with how drunk and violent
they want to be
late in the evening
Damn the phalli, the torpedoes,
cylindrical examples of sea-bound penetration
The end justifies the means
Erudition!
Conflagration!
Exclamation!
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