rogerdr (rogerdr) wrote,

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Suicidal Symphonies

Falling towers on barstools,
Withered flowers, and homesick fools
At the Hop.
Golden showers breed naked cesspools
At the Hop.

Words to the wise whitewash the walls,
Witness the witless gather in the halls;
Mystery to me.
Follow the faithful finding their futures,
Wishing to be
Eternally free.

Remember the axis of Main and Magnolia,
Over the hill.
Daring dark dancers cordially control `ya,
Against their will.
Pouring and paying - they're puking, not praying,
Knowing they will
Eventually kill.

Financial forces are focusing,
Harebrained homeless are freezing;
Miracle on Berry.
Warning! The children are breeding;
Miracle on Berry.

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