day 129

Have you been the un-American?

Just you and your idol sing falsetto

’bout Leather, leather everywhere

And not a myth left from the ghetto

Well, well, well, would you carry a razor

In case, just in case of depression?

Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors

Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners

Ain’t that close to love?

Well, ain’t that poster love?

Well, it ain’t that Barbie doll

Her heart’s been broken just like you and

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