now the crows set
comfortably
squat
upon on my face
and libido
oiled laughter
serves
a haven, there for them
to procreate
now becomes assured
my place
in the chain
of natural fools
where your
candied floss lies
cast aside
adorned with my
sour dripped jewels
now this ragged dog
ambition hid
behind
hairy eyes
revives the
hoary
hocus-pocus
and dons the devil’s
delicious disguise
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