Smoke all the cigarettes you want
out of my heart-shaped box,
And we glittering monsters
will grab the town by our teeth,
chew it up, and spit it out
because nothing looks good
from where we sit.
When it's over and done,
we cavalier creatures toss
our heads back and laugh
a great loud HA for our loss.
This is the fishnet age
where I fucked up
and felt a prickle in my spine
that never quite went away.
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