To the Daughters of Each Revolution
Loose as ecstasies across All
Get in early and often to feel
patter covered, yeah,
We drink myrrh lot, stoned
for weeks on picnic tables
waiting on your elderly Parents
Chateau Whofarted How it would feel to be shifting
Or to switch to diesel, Many more poets to satisfy
Cut me with this or that broken bottle, climb to the
tallest side Allowed to echo down into canyon
Now its *on* in all Cities
as doomed as Ours
But Hey come over I'm alone
Fired up
Ready for dial tones
Christ is watching, but only while
we download Porn.
Doesn't it matter:
Some famous Last words:
Please evict us.
Into the sweet Source, variously delivered and Spent
Who makes you feel clean Along
Night's Precipices and
Enhanced Performances
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