Siamese Towers

Oh father, father

No wonder they drew

Wretched escapes

Through insectile neon hues

Your dastardly finger's pop

Will clop off your ring

How inebriated haze

Flows demurely from your gaze

The flat city's lights

Heckled in your flame

And wunderkind, oh you

So hemorrhaged in your girdle

Talk the feeble song

Freeze right on cue

It's how he’s transcribed it

Just for you

No histrionic rumble

No fuck blood chain of arms

His rout drink their blood warm

So'll cease the bubbling

With you


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