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Tawdry Muse
My consort, a tawdry muse
god willing the penicillin
playing in her dollhouse
where mama smells of mothballs
now but a clothes tree
as a shadow awakes
scratching my back
taking inventory of sanity
I have nothing to lose
but some brandy and vanity
paying the price serving her vice
laying the darkness bare
watching Doppler Radar
bringing in the fog
god willing the penicillin
playing in her dollhouse
where mama smells of mothballs
now but a clothes tree
as a shadow awakes
scratching my back
taking inventory of sanity
I have nothing to lose
but some brandy and vanity
paying the price serving her vice
laying the darkness bare
watching Doppler Radar
bringing in the fog
Published 25th Jan 2023
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Anonymous
25th Jan 2023 7:31pm
So quaint. I like the Doppler Radar.
25th Jan 2023 8:01pm
