sure, blood keeps you warm
an alternative to grapevines
red on my teeth
and your half-hearted heart attacks
splattered upon my foolish gaze
twisted royalty behind the curtain
an arsonists' loyalty now uncertain
a ship forgone along the docks
its captain squirming as the clock
goes tock and tick, throws a fit, and tickles fickle
ways of sticking to it and sticking it to
his old, ghoulish ways
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