Rolled up in these place mats
Amid the lunch pail stink
Homo-psycho handjob
Cut your baby teeth

We'll take the Litchfield Assport
Iditerod I lead
Truth besets all traces
She licks her candles clean

My dear little angle
My dear little angel
We'll follow the rains home

She dropped her burnin' britches
Iditerod I lead
She named her pussy "twitches"
And licked the candles clean

Sweet gravy from the gooseneck
Iditerod ahead
A virgin in the winepress
The germ of my lament

Just pennies for each grand release
Just dribbles for your chinkerchief
Symphallic, heralded in flame
Americana, herein: lame-ola

For you I weep
Mine eyes foresee
My soul so desolate
Pursued by debt
No pasture lent
Forever and never again


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