Like the blues
that Patty sings
love is an angel
disguised as lust
the only sort there was
how could you know
this dehydration
was another Christmas
my first outside China
where it's now banned
while religions suffocate
the gods fold the envelopes
and deliver me from knowing
they promised more
and what can you think
when the kid pops through
a dark country crossroads
and bike meets automobile
shit you'll never stop
where are you now?
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