2009/01/26

Manic Depressive Sword Crossing Apoplectic Simulacrum Blues

I was trying to manage
my expectations
erstwhile some sage
sent invitations
for a masquerade

Cool hands, lukewarm
giblet gravy boat
gelatinous form
forms a quick coat
on my dinner plate

You fucking turkeys
you fucking swine

God Bless
the dressed
to impress

To hell with
the divine




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