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The Streets that Stink
of Old Blood, &
Fossilized
Feces,
R Askewly
Aswarm,
with Elderly Delinquent
Gangs of
Gentle Skin Head Punks
who Frequent
My Favourite Bars,
& Chase the Oxy Codone
Dragon
Around & Around & Around
in Circles, with their Noses?
Squinting Troubled looks,
Really Troubled
'i'm lost girl,
Help me,
Save me...
from Myself ' Looks
as if 2 say:
'My God is better than
Your God!
Although we know,
there R many different paths,
leading us
All the same way '!
2 the Bars Patrons they Convey!
War, Psychic Toxins, Pandemonium,
Karma, Anxiety, Microwaved Children, Doom!
The Flouridization of our water!
& Death!
Through the Mythical Medium
of Interpretive Dance!
As I, Impressed, Confused, intrigued, & etc.
Order 'yet' another
Absinthe!
& try 2 Decipher,
what exactly it is,
that my True Love Loves?
By: St.Sir Michael Manners 2008
St.Sir Michael Manners
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