remorseless little needles
pinpricking chorea-plagued,
drunken spider-monkeys
swinging from the chandeliers
to the beat of
an epileptic tree-sloth
attempting to escape from
a faux alligator-skin handbag
as he pens the last verse of
his semi-autobiographical
comic-book rock-opera
and dancing the
Sanpaku Waltz
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