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[princepriest]

lost weekend, the demons take hold of upper respiration
puking yellow mucous
all aches and no moustaches
this dark place, will it ever see the light?
three little boys watch me
plugging in guitar like the pretentious twit
I know I am, though they think
this is for real and so I play
mostly for them in the crowded gallery where
many showered and perfumed adults
stroke each other's asses
under a full moon.