in a
slightly
parallel
muniverse
i
dance
like
Travoltas own motherfucker
at
the tiniest
hint
of some
funk
ridden tune-my legs spin
my
hips Elvis wild
in
tight flared
trousers
in a
slightly
parrallel
ambiverse
i’m
youngest
ever
head of
the country
running a party of liberal excess
FUCK ON DRUGS IN THE STREETS PEOPLE!
the White Panthers
got
nothing on me . . .
enforced
with
the
iron fists
of a considerate
desperate right
in this
parallel
universe
i’m
crying
tears of
frustration
and homeless power
onto
my
password
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