What’s he like?

Like a telescope to the eye
Like a needle piercing the vein
Like the pleasure you feel inside the pain

The trash floating in your gutter
The devious messenger
The Dutch courage in your wine
The one thing that will never turn out fine

A face on the moon
An old familiar tune
Sour piss in the bladder of a cow
An awful smell that just won’t go

Away

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