Ghost virgin lying horizontal on the train tracks
Sweet Brown background bickers over syntax
Call, that would catch them; hands dusted in gutter glitter
So instead they speculate, bloody birdy’s bitter
Partner’s in penal, Lucky’s using the backdoor
Daddy left bruises before jumping off the fifth floor
Slits on her shoulders, brackish bile in her throat
Visit a million shrinks but there’s no antidote
Every day gets harder, she cries out in her sleep
But everybody knows about this human garbage heap
5:30 whistle warbling as motley crews scatter
Big Man rules no gawking when remains splatter
Gossip is one thing, but witness is hypocrite
Who really gives a shit? Maybe she gets off on it.

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