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Showtune business makes its thrills

While others sit and stay

They follow other followeres

During the month of May.



Pixey dusted horse racers

Chameleon insides

Ring the unborn chimes tonight,

So come ride the superslide.



Half is worth twice more than none

Nothing plays a scene

While sleeplessness and undressedness

Are moving in between



A night of passion shadows

And a plate of empty plates

Seem to make more sense than

Your bashful figure eights



You write about blemishes

And another in-grown hair

And all your nose-jobs that you bought

And what you plan to wear



Somewhere we must draw the line

Of what we tolerate

Do we need teenie-bop-hip-hop

Or my romantic date?



We sleep in our heaping pile

Under our nightly oak tree

These are our tribal rituals

That we will always need



Don't send the adult centure

From the shallow centuries

To bring our peacefulness with life to end

This we beg you, please



In this twitter-painted world

Everyone's asleep

We live with our emotions

And our brother patience deep



Lovers on midnight's horizon

Crab-walk along its shores

Never wondering or bothering

To open other doors



Shove it in the man's mistake

Burn the bible's wood

And soon you'll feel the walls of steel

Ruin your wedding cake



Willow the wisps of lovers deep

Mold me into clay

To bring upon her romance journey

Her and me, we lay