Satan’s stupid army

I feel sorry for poor Satan

A colossal disaster – raw sewage

Came up thru Melbourne’s Roman aqueducts

His stupid army

Marched out the toilets spilt all over Melbourne’s clubs

Real Love falls in battle, yet never gives up

Living or dead

We get back up

(A work in progress is our eyes, which see Time stop in each of us)

Here’s Times joke, a sparkle in your smile, I hope

You walk into a Melbourne bar

Someone makes a sexual innuendo as you pass

You say
You’re lezphobic

They say

Ya not even gay

Not seen domme morrigan yet, ya satanic fuck?

Such stupid odour offends one

Just flush

You and me, each other

We’re in love

Choked together in our Beauty and Lust