She huffs and puffs about the horizon
Enough for us to rest our easy eye on
The buckle of the belt flashes as it dangles
Wasting away and everything we gambled.
The bust cries for the torso
England for the lasso
Sometimes people call you
The criminally kind never go to prison
But patronise the blind with modern ways to listen
Stubborn tiny minds fall into position
Sharpening the scalps with their quick decisions
The bust cries for the torso
England for the lasso
Sometimes people call you
She huffs and puffs about the horizon
The bust cries for the tors
England for the lasso
Sometimes people call you (a giraffe)
The shimmer of the skin as the day departs
Each one of us a million Mozarts

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