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The Desperado Vespa-rado
VOLUPTUOUS vixens on those Vespas,
Humming LONG into the night,
Golden-paved and Jesus-saved,
By the final act
In this, which is,
The final play
WOVEN in amongst the shadows:
Can you hear their humming motors?
Can you hear their motors hum?
Approaching through the stagnant fog?
Approaching o'er the dewy lawns?
Approaching past the Holy Ghost
Revealed at intersections where
Commuters wait for lights to change?
VIRGINS, verily, clammy moist, like
Tit-fed babes at nursing time.
Vanity mirrors verily recant
The mem'ries of old aging queens.
Do you still go:
Or now in old age, just lament:
"If it's true that I must die,
Then let me die with
Peter Murphy ringing in my ears."
Vespa-Rado agreed, that
Being bold is simple
When there's no one else around.
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