Mood: Joyce fart letters

You ruined my pensive mood 

Now I’m aggressive at the new moon 

You’re not special

Better move or get wrecked 

How often do you show respect

To your betters?

How long have you been chained to a rad 

With leather fetters?

Never ever scrimp on detail 

I don’t want no etceteras 

Want a bird who looks like Elektra 

Cherry red suit, sucking in the leithreas 

I want James Joyce style letters 

I want to goon so hard I’m feckless.

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