oh weird melancholy
lots of endearing mints
and grape drink gurneys
i threw up on the metallurgy
why didn’t you remind me
i was a deacon in a megaclergy
my feet were guillotined
and the blood tapped to pick a jury
which immediately convicted
every gasworks of perjury
and you apologized to the waitress
who ignored your hot wet journey
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