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Getting High On Mantovani
Feeling my groovy resining my fiddle
getting high on Mantovani
tightening up the ivories
on mudflaps of a hearse
as the shine of the moonlight
lay down in my festering clover
no jimmy to snatch my porn
or put the corpse before a harp
gawd damn the wooly worms
and no spiritual carrion to burn
with only a few poesies to charm
that floss their upbeat firm
locked into a requiem without a key
to silence the dark's squawking box
playing dead in my homily
getting high on Mantovani
getting high on Mantovani
tightening up the ivories
on mudflaps of a hearse
as the shine of the moonlight
lay down in my festering clover
no jimmy to snatch my porn
or put the corpse before a harp
gawd damn the wooly worms
and no spiritual carrion to burn
with only a few poesies to charm
that floss their upbeat firm
locked into a requiem without a key
to silence the dark's squawking box
playing dead in my homily
getting high on Mantovani
Published 9th Apr 2023
| Edited 10th Apr 2023
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