An angel without wings
Was howling for a splintered moon
As a prom queen with red ribbons
Danced on the neck of a brown spoon
Blue collard jesters mimed their wounds
Behind thick amber goblet of gloom
And the reaper ran tricker treating
Saying "I'll be next door real soon"
And the night rained On and On
And the brass band swooned in a cattle truck
As trumpeters wailed on meat hooks
scarecrows sang through sewer grates
But their audience was never booked
sailors slapped Cross dressing fascists
Bleeding republicans and other crooks
And little kittens wondered in the wild
Learning new tricks by playing the rook
Still the night rained on and On
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