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As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a spill canopic jar
I proved it!
Improved it!
Drove a sonnet
Right through it!
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips
Pen-filled fingertips
Which through me
Far through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God's list
Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me!
Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch in excess and in canto
Grown wild
This child
Whole harems
Defiled!
Faustina's...
...and Mina's
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her
What spread of lies arise when lovers die!
Which circle of hell is mine when i arrive?
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch Crow against the *** snow
Grown colder
My shoulder
Like a boulder Beside her
And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside her
That mouldered Where older
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But Laudanum and Soda
Lord Numb Coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite
Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrat
Unloading my gun in hot Promiscuous laps
Then, shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a falled star
And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know?
Just Who You ***!
ARE!
The patron saint of heartache
Can't see my world is falling
World is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
Can't you... the world is falling
World is falling down
Ever after, can they hear my laughter!
The patron saint of heartache!
Never craft a better bed of disaster!
...The patron saint of heartache...!
They call me bad!
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know!
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch in excess and in canto
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know!
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them: To go *** their mothers! ...As so...
...On my grave.