Give me all the dust and sewer waste
Give me the lust and screw her haste
And copy and paste her face
From one to another keeping chaste
And keeping mum
Keeping shtoom
All in the bank vault in
The corner of her room
And grace is saved
But I ask by whom?
And who can lace
The cocktail broom
With tears on her face
After a call on zoom
And a lover's disgrace
And a girl named doom
The colours trace
The rainbow's tomb
That end in a place
Like a golden loom
Unravelled replaced
The sun unpacks the moon
In shards which chase
A diamond's gloom
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