Jerome Fuseau

Let's have another round, mate
Till closing time.
This ticking is teasing me
And my glass is already warm.
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False times, don't you find, darling?
Just false times. Can't you hear it?
Maybe it is your blood pattering
slowly all around in your lean veins.
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Sit next to me on the bed,
There is still a little vodka
But the tap will never run out of water.
Yes, there is such a mess.
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Have you noticed, Brother
That even the roads are
Covered with thick green moss?
Even the needle is
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The old man whose
Chin is tied up
Glares in his box.
The priest preached
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Why, I, in this exquisite mixture
Of resolute loathing
And everyday fear,
Have no delight in conquer.
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The Grim Reaper happened to be
A weary girl at the bar counter.
She asked for a cigarette.
I ordered her
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