It’s a grab bag of cheap beer,
Nice ass and nuts.
The depraved stand starving
Near the gates of this amusement ground
Waiting for hedgehogs, swine
To dig tunnels for them
Tunnels that grow into caverns
The empty spaces underground
I live there, damp sooty, mildew
Now here comes a clown whose make up…
No… wait… no clown
Just a funny mirror, a waitress
Painted, plastered on beauty
That reigns supreme, that dives into you just
To see your lover’s green
Get washed down by Dixie cups
And pink panties.
Fill me up, water me down.
My only request: that you fool me
Trick me, deceive me until
Morning.
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