the night was very soft
excrement smeared on the walls
landlords and landwhores?
a beautiful glow
turn down the candles
look up and admire the handiworks
of nobody, or nothing
Capella Sistina this aint
you may stay more than five minutes
you can breathe without recrimination
the Papa can't fleece you out here
regardless of his views on inferior belief constructs
if only he didn't matter
get comfortable
slip your boots off
silence the heathen hair brigade
hear the tsk tsk tsk
of the disapproving fellows
in their last desperate moments
what a way to go....
the drugs are running low
opportune moment to polish your red one
and miss the point completely
rehash the hashpipe
weezer never really rocked my boat
feel the relax
wiggle your toes in tune with that bloke in the grass
it's big
it's wow
it's now
it's midweek meat market
your exposed surfaces are just begging for it
couch your bows
hissing and a-crunching in the dark
would freak me if i were Belgian
but no,
bite, sting, punzecchiare, eat, suck, steal...
bastardi!
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