Louche Karl, winsome Victoria, the eras all fold in I can't make out the soul of ya
Porn filters, recycled newspaper, how many times can we use the same blueprinter?
In trash you go digging for gold, in dung heaps, in sewers, all that
I'll hazard you've never been cold, I'll wager you've never been sad
You oughtn't wish that you had...
Lissome Pete, Angelica apple cheek, ever the inheritors, you don't strike as mild or meek
Just a genre, fodder, no canon, you read like a dunny wall I don't want to read at all
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