God will bless the porn stars
And Blake’s chimney sweeps, equally
“all the lonely people”
Crying weep weep even creepily
If we are not loved above
Not even by a fiction
Is there any use in standing straight
Or correcting your diction?
Or should I let the blood flow down
my paddling paws
Smothered in a chimney flue
Or spastic in somebody else’s claws
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