I'll flirt with blasphemy
That you may kiss a glimpse of
God
Tip-toe 'round heresy
And cuddle up
Upon the bleeding altar
I'll set a c-note flaming
With salted speckles in
Both my eyes
But offer
My very last dollar
To these gilded
Paupers
I'll dance like a drunkard
No,
I'll slump my shoulders
And cradle my brow
And clutch my wanting cup
And tap the table
Off.........beat
Like a drunkard
Like a prophet
Scraping his chest
With yellowing nails
I'll call your bluff
Believe me I will
One of these days
But for now,
A bottle of water?
$1.25
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