There were women, here, once.
Now the circus is full of rats and bats and roaches,
but the mice retain control
A dark, tiny-titted world- shrivelled and nipple-less
where the warriors suck at the hind, dry one-
re pleat with falling teeth and shifting hairpiece-
the comb over is truly attractive, yes?
Leopold Bloom and Mack the Knife make their rounds
in the rain it all looks like lonely love
Yes. We have mistaken mania for genius and silence for wisdom.