On a balcony’s mouth
I told you about a change
But how unoriginal
I’m stuck with same
Insufficient cajonas
And a weak guard
There’s much fucking worse
On your rue’s
Than my soft curse
Crowd’s booed Bizet when he
Ripped out Carmen
Animals got gutted
And bashed at Porte de la Villette
Beckett was shanked
By a pimp
In comparison
I’ve just invented
My letdowns.
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