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Good morning beautiful

Good morning beautiful      
let’s get shit-faced and set this town on fire          
fill the empty wine bottles with gasoline          
and pay our respects in Molotov cocktails          
‘cause I’m tired of hiding behind graffiti’d walls          
that’ll be painted over in slate-grey boredom        
in a week’s time, like we were never there          
to mark our territory - dogs of the underground          
         
There is a sweetness in your lips          
that no wine can sate or cigarette eradicate          
despite the gang of Jehovah Witnesses now attempting        
to run our streets and save our souls with stupidity          
when we not-so-secretly worship that holy ferment          
in fingered prayers to the pagan God of cunts          
         
And we’ve never been so fragile          
than when the bottle’s run dry and a bible          
is knocking at the front door with the promise of hell          
for those that dare take a peek and lick the vellum pages        
of history like it’s the latest hallucinogenic trip        
         
In the early hours of the morning          
after the fires have been lit and stoked in devotion          
we cum our praises and swear solemn oaths          
to fuck ourselves to oblivion doused in the grape-fermented          
Blood of Christ poured liberally down our throats        
staying awake long enough to watch the fire of the sun rise          
a picture of hell dawning on the day that we’ll cheers        
Molotov cocktails to, on the other side of the grattiti’d wall    
we spent our days painting with love and a “fuck you”          
         
Good morning beautiful        
I’ll get the gasoline        
You get the bottles
       
         
© Indie Adams 2012      
 
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Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 10th Nov 2019
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