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Beautiful symmetry,

Dead Elephants,

Barrel chested beauties,

And the congregation of 

Adolescent adults flocking 

To the saving grace that is

12 year single malt Scotch Whiskey

"I came to puke on the party"

I turn the bottle up like 

I'm hanging an IV for a burn victim,

My slurred speech will curry 

No favor with the lepers in the street,

The whores hanging sheets,

The homeless donning bare feet,

I tap my toes on cobblestone

And wait for the constable at 

Curfew to drag me off,

A stockade with revelry

Of full grown men congratulating

Each other's crimes and

And speaking up at speed

encouraging more on the way out,

"We'll build a true future"

Not one were born into,

Like wild animals at the zoo 

It's when we escape is when 

The trouble starts,

Beautifully grotesque,

Gorgeous corpses 

Landscape the yard,

Car,

Roof and all in 

Fleshless lifeless decay,

Decades after we'll shake our head

But for now

We'll nod