that stripper tied to the pier
out to sea on a rotisserie star
a field of green inside a dream
in a brand new contempory piece of shit
we made a recycled tongue on the couch
it's just another bad symphony
played out all night
it's just a beer on the futon
another wasted extravaganza
what a joy to compose
another bad symphony
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