He was a tom cat by the age of 21
Having loved and lost an eye and three fingers
1 more or less than the loves he’s lived
Like the girl of 2 minds and many moods
And all he remembers of her
Is a tattooed rose with no thorns
She’d gone the way of a rotten petal
Unlike the plastic flowers in his mother’s vase
In the downtown flat
Where he picked up half his years
Half of his scars too
Where there were 7 kids and 2 families
His mother was Belsen born and bred
On rations of a crumb a day
Such a slice of life, thin as a dime
While his father, other side of the coin
He knew himmler, was a Munich stereotype
And he stopped talking bout that
When he had his last drop of poison
He was the seventh son of a seventh son
And on the 7th of the 7th he snuck away
And found a family in the diamonds and the jewelry
Every Girl is a robinson crusoe
Amongst the red gums bleeding
One drop for every ocean
Yearly, every year is a lie
Every year is a flash in the pan
For 15 minutes fame fuck 3s
I was found in a drivers wheel
While my world was in the pines
Never had a real brain
Oh but to dream of a dream
You outsider
Dressed to impress Rabbit Jess
Red in cuban heels and hands
The bears in saturnalia’s leathers
Writhe like fish in nets in twos
I ain’t the man of the manhood
Or the human, clock cock midnight
I’m cinderella’s cinders
A dead thing
Aren’t we all mad as hatters here
Drag queen strip courage
Like the birds of Disney
Untermensch to übermenschen
Don’t mention it, swear on it
Fuck me til the town turns red
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