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BLIND AIM
tags: EDELTRAUD 3 =>> THE PSYCHOBITCH => THE AVENUE
21/12/2014
You have not seen me in my lowest,
without a penny in the gutter,
though I couldn't say it was my slowest,
but that's perhaps another matter.
Yet, I have seen you in insanity,
your honest past not tolerating,
returning to that inhumanity
which you escaped by sedating.
*****
Oh yeah, it's me, philosophizing,
at four o' clock a Sunday morning,
the whores are calm and sympathizing,
the fuzz is due, they get a warning!
*****
What was I saying? I've forgotten it,
that pimp came out and made a signal,
it's a long song but I have shorten it,
to be more easy and congenial.
Oh yeah, it was about sedating,
but what the fuck could you have known?
Call it my mental masturbating,
or better still, my brains blown.
The pigs have passed, gee, they're impotent,
the babies soon will be returning,
Eros, this nightly god omnipotent,
decides who fucks and who is earning.
I'm standing here so impartial,
my halo puts these lights to shame,
good night, my beauty insubstantial,
who could have put on you a blame?
(maybe I could with my blind aim).
21/12/2014
You have not seen me in my lowest,
without a penny in the gutter,
though I couldn't say it was my slowest,
but that's perhaps another matter.
Yet, I have seen you in insanity,
your honest past not tolerating,
returning to that inhumanity
which you escaped by sedating.
*****
Oh yeah, it's me, philosophizing,
at four o' clock a Sunday morning,
the whores are calm and sympathizing,
the fuzz is due, they get a warning!
*****
What was I saying? I've forgotten it,
that pimp came out and made a signal,
it's a long song but I have shorten it,
to be more easy and congenial.
Oh yeah, it was about sedating,
but what the fuck could you have known?
Call it my mental masturbating,
or better still, my brains blown.
The pigs have passed, gee, they're impotent,
the babies soon will be returning,
Eros, this nightly god omnipotent,
decides who fucks and who is earning.
I'm standing here so impartial,
my halo puts these lights to shame,
good night, my beauty insubstantial,
who could have put on you a blame?
(maybe I could with my blind aim).
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