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matinee

           
the phantom            
at my desk            
performs            
burlesque            
commandeers           
a nervous wreck            
right below            
the admiral's            
specs            
             
"wanna see              
a little leg"?            
dance of records            
balance            
checks           
as we jerk            
and burn            
in heck            
             
blankly stare            
out the sill            
escape these            
scenes of            
stunted stilt            
evaporated            
milfs            
who've            
lost the thrill            
and assholes            
begging            
to be killed            
             
courageously           
expose    
through morning show            
hackly hide            
tares in hose            
divert their eyes            
I pick            
my nose            
             
lust            
for munch            
the lunchroom floods            
off-site I flee                              
where`s the beef?        
who gives a shit,        
I need relief        
set the fone        
12:53        
just in case        
I fall asleep          
             
"only"            
four hours            
left to go            
forward            
to my            
least feared stall            
same old beetle            
smashed on wall            
same old            
shit stain              
on the floor            
ah to be            
a janitor            
who could ask            
for anything  
more?            
             
time flies        
when having fun      
time dies      
when having none
    
nearing dusk            
perfume clots            
with            
human musk            
every rotting            
bio-husk              
anticipates            
performance end            
grabbing            
key lumps      
hit the streets          
survive          
commute            
on wheezing            
gears          
plot revenge          
stab, molest            
climax          
in our            
hostile beds
Written by drivelicious13 (alon aLion)
Published | Edited 26th Feb 2014
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