Clown Blood; or, Orpheus’ bobbing Head

Entry of the Gladiators' tinnitus plays in my skull Climb the Anhedonian Mountains just to circle the plughole It's with regret I am succumbing to nostalgia Been thinking 'bout you on that Lanzarote lounger God only knows why, she's worrying, worrying about me God only knows I am scurriously making this about me It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing Saw your Bundesliga boy in A&E Blues and twos from Leisure Leagues My bildungsroman reads You cannot call whitewash a rivalry Drown him in a deep dish pizza Kiss the last breath from his cheeks Gets the clown blood pumping Way more bitter than the taste is She fucks to cum, I drink to be drunk, and both of us are wasted Can we all calm the fuck down? Parasocial puppet master Every sucker in between Sacrificial muppet pastor To a thousand needy teens My voice moved Hades so he extinguished the fire I'm who they mean when they proclaim the boy's a lyre God only knows why, she's worrying, worrying about me God only knows I am scurrilously making this about me It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing Orpheus' head bobs in the ocean I admit it takes one to know one Orpheus' head bobs in the ocean And another one And another one And another one And another one And another one