Fictile

We need the Body Exhibitions

Seamless underwear and human pettiness

To quench the insatiable lust for

Blood and new lines of lingerie

The toothless flower girl

With plastic smile

To offer you the chatoyant bunch of plastic blossom

Wrapped in her surgery enhanced décolletage

And some loose eye-bag skin

On the street corner of Margaret of Cortona

Prague gaslights will shimmer

Sinners will pray and saints will sin

Orloj will wheel away another hour of the artificial world

We have created to convince

The clapping audience of post homophobic libertines

That the reality screaming from the television screens

Is true

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