wake up the
yearning for Bon Scott
I get his face tattooed on my arse
bring back
little pink overalls a
plant-beloved wild girl
sauce my goose
just like a gander
let my mid-life sports car
be all bright wash
lines
dots of pigment music
mixing up the decades call
my queen of dags to life
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