.In that half shirt
Your head was a bouquet
Behind those bloodshot eyes
Were legible complaints
Watch you slip through
Another accident parade
Like all parades a waste
Of fine Papier-mâché
Posing idle threats
To a sterile life at best
As we breakfast on cholest.
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