I'm staring at the world through rose colored lenses,
Harsh Purples,slowly blunting the rhythm of my senses,
Playing writer, at these foolish and unconvinced Verses,
Lights! Camera!, and these damn ashes,
Hurling veiled imprecations at them, the blissful masses,
Snowy chariot horses and showy bamboo hearses,
Phony exes, insulting excess execs and stolen sexes,
Illusions and allusions conniving with slippery hexes,
Twisting reality and solid insanity, hold me down,
Black tie event, strait jacket occasion,
Prometheus, cigarette lighter and ambrosia,
Nicotine scented lips and whiskey kisses,
High heavens, nigh sevens and dire sixes,
Aces, deuces screaming over and out.
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