This theatre smells of iron, cologne
smoke and lost hope
an audience that stinks of aging privilege
still they gather for the macabre performance
The stench holds you so your impulses
are like those of kissable puddles
what do you know
unreason fornicating with itself?
You are so heavy, not like me
are you nothing but chemistry
with a twisted sense of humor?
Let your chemicals elope
oh why bother
you are not so interesting
you are too much, or not enough
really all they have to do is fuck
will that satisfy your funk-wet wings?
Your show has the stench of urine
Who knows the difference between desecration and redemption?
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