I am madness
A screaming soulborn lost boy
Genderfucking anarchist with wild eyes
I hide it
Carefully conceal it
With gentlemanly ways and dark glasses
With expressive hands and 1930s grace
I am the son of my grandfather
The laughing trickster running from growing up
But desperately wanting to grow old
Saving pennies in a jar
For a life I think I'll never live
But embracing the worse of Pandora's curses
I hope
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Burn Burn Burn
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