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Trust Fall

head first into brick walls

so teeth eject 

and the dental bills 

bust banks wide open 

The last I recall

was a picture worthy 

wind up of cat calls 

to the long booted whores

who hail cabs at odd hours

They all steal flowers 

but don't pretend to care

in this excess of greed

the land of seed is overlooked

from sea to ripping weed 

I sign for you in crimes

and take everything from you,

the crooks in castle nooks 

creep the grounds 

peep the sounds 

and saw through necks, pound for pound

bloodthirsty and bored

we wax the lambs together

whistle for me 

a pressed lip harmony 

broken over in writhes 

to prove the old gods still shift

I'd like another coffee, please miss