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With fangs and red eyes, I boast my hairy shrine

The sky stained poo drab as the dad drives

Through the blunder and the cold, the cassette survives

Brittle plastic, the tongue tied, and my week’s favorite find

In the union of wine, to be seen is to be blind

The cassette is a lie, then to pause and to rewind

I tripped through his front door

Entangled clothes and bones as we lay warm

He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan

We then finish with a feast, fellowship of beef

In the union of wine, I may be lost, but he is mine

To be on top from behind and the odor of the refined

I wore out his radio

It’s like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find

And the truth that may be told as we piss in rows

That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that

In the union of wine, in my Walkman I am blind

'Cause the cassette is a lie, to be born is to be blind

In the union of wine, he’s neither bold nor even bright

In the union of wine, he’s neither bold nor even bright

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