42. (5-9-20, Lewiston) Pharma Sutra
If I should let a cigarette overcome my spirit yet
I should wear down who I am and run to After as a scam
If I should allow some alcohol to overcome me after all
I should grind my bare grey bones, for my spirit would sing in the Empty Lones
The Empty Lones are the Pharma Sutra deep in the valley of the saddened sunk
Struck once with the passion of a nectar proboscis
Struck twice with the villain of light’s long madness
The Empty Lones need sacrifice bones
Traded for the sale of so many a soul
The bankers write prescriptions, the loan sharks tie tourniquets
All the action’s funded by the G-men’s heartless bets
~unfinished, and without contextual explanation of narrative~
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