It's the heat, it's the decadent twilight
, it's the fiction of some child's fantasies,
it's the unclean embrace of a coveted adult,
it's the people who are strangers as soon as they walk in the mirror, and
love turns against them, and the rain has unspeakable dangers
It's new beginnings and smooth slates
It's still ripples, whirling happily in circles It
's street prostitutes deftly holding umbrellas
Old staring, pain leaves them brave
light, heavy, throw the old there Bottle
Lighter, heavier, a drum is telling a story It
's you who is trying to figure out her European bones with your Asian hand
How can you think it's all okay
Poetry is the most graceful movement of all dance steps
Tin drum, you gasp Get angry and go on
It's a dwarf, the happiest dwarf
You wake up in your shorts and sleep in the street crying
Crazy young woman puts sugar in her bra for you
buttered nipples for you Licking
your dog-like tail, dangling under their skirts
a dwarf, the most silent dwarf
take apart your drum and you can have a new car
a new pair of slippers, sun-filled balconies and tablecloths
you can be like a thief It miraculously had it all
You didn't listen to me, why was
that Tin drum, tin drum... I'm grabbing my
ass And it's raining on my ass, and there's a frightened bird in the rain
going left, right, and then I'm What
remains is possible, and what has been lost
"Okay, maybe next time." I said
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