"Don't pray to that, it's not the sun" - Frank Redcar
fifty thousand sugarbabes
breathing out black fire
as sure as eggs
is lead balloons
one-a this 2 megaton bomb
gone down like redjunglefowl
with feathery ass alight
(a pope on a hope
shitting in the woods—))
(for the trees—)
(—can't make them damn drink)
two million tons of
high explosive dropped
on Dresden and London
on Leningrad and Cologne
fire demons, fairies, elves
shove your hand down the throat
fifty thousand sugarbabes
sweating out black fire
grab anything you find
twist, pull, rip it out
I love you, I love you
six years of burning
all wrapped up in one
hazy afternoon
(learned about nuclear winter
by studying dust storms
on Mars)
fifty thousand sugarbabes
guffawing
black fire
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