.Itâs a habit to be hip
like a donkey with a whip
or an epileptic pantomime
blowing bubbles with a torch
on your dadâs front porch
peeling off the stitches from your spine
and when the love is dead
come and get your butcher knife
open up your heart and make me happy
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