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Prince Slow Ride

see him in the distance

at abysmal speed

taking it easy 

and resisting arrest,

intricate instances

fill me with the joy

of wonder and doubt

while out talking shit

spouting slander from hell,

he wades into civil unions

clawing at the back 

of society until duality

is stamped out

like me and a letter 

addressed improperly and

having so much in common,

both are going nowhere,

lessons from avant-garde

stories of the young and rich

high society types,

how not to be a normal

decent human being,

ex-nay on the feelings-ay

is what they tell me 

in their coded bullshit

transcription in douchebag diction,

climb atop that stallion steed

with skyscraper tendencies

your legs are free to dangle

to kick commoners at 

your leisure my liege,

we suck on dried up leeches

afraid that the blood

is not all yet dry

can we not vamp on that too,

legions say "No"

out in the garden 

we're walking the tramps

we're watering our egos

and growing new bastards

to assume the roles of old,

golden globes we should hold

to only hope for less holes 

in these holy robed clothes

folded by ghosts grown cold ,

sometimes we go overboard

in our phrasing 

sometimes we drink till

we drop,