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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
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