Boston's Brown Eye

Can you feel the rage
Blowing through your empty clothes?
Are you seasoned with sage?
Did you step on a pumpkin and smash your toe?
Bowls of frosted flakes,
Your falling dominoes
Vinegar... Crawling manifestos
Dimity dwelt to us... was it a mosquito?
Laughing her sixteen valve intake room
I knew it was meaningless attempt at faking become
A sorcerer waved his hat with chanted savior
What chewing gum makes icing on a cake
Let's hear it on the Belgian
Let's hear it on the Jew
Let's hear it from Boston
Lye down gentle mattress
Where you rest your head
Bye bye dented lump, good-bye bed
And innocence was with you man
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