.mr. electric we are dying to dine in your house of mirrors...
mr. electric, open your beak we want in, the city under>
your skin's dull glistening. when your skyscraper's husk
peel off like coconut crust
(we drink deep from the barbiturate brew)
when your rape trumpet's tune softe.
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