a picture on the wall, a picture on a billboard
a picture of an E.C.G, are just pictures after all
an X ray of the skull, scannng of the hull
the tomagraph of visceral, a search of inside out
A pouting Dorian Gray
take down the picture on the wall
tear down the the billboard
scrap the the X ray CT and scanning
the only thing that's real cancer of her breasts
cancer of his tests, the promises and promises
condums, tourist brochures and HIV positive
gutted city full of billboards,
The Little Prince, pushed aside stillted towers
emptied the vase of wilted flowers
no use white washing a filthy star
much easier to remain afar
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