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High
I got high with her highness
on the dirtieth floor of a post shabby hotel the midnight royale.
The fizzin' city and the beak were beatin', taxi cabs, moon buggies beepin',
E kicked in as her legs fell carelessly, effortlessly apart
Find myself snatchin’ for her majesties pleasure, we're amused and laughin
as the neon signs flashin', comms towers pulsin' sendin' vibrations
through ebony singed stars
Sparkles in mirrors from your crown causes shiver, my regal ridden body
quivers with illegality, you got me dreaming of bionic sex and vice verse
Shamefully shimmering in ermine I’m freakin’, I need to speed and be
leavin'
Reach the bolted door, perceptions all changed I gotta get out of this
face, never mind what the butler saw man I’m sore, junk makin’ me nervy
an' raw
Stumble stinkin’ into a ha-loud hall, ignorin' her majesties call.
Haunted, hunted by decrepit falls into featherdown carpets and psychedelic
wallpaper stripes
I'm out into fresh air which hits as guilt and shame kick my ass into the
gutter, snipin', gripin', gaspin', frightened.
Cities whizzin, chill sirens and neon freezin i'm throat deep in freeks
and the beats are baskin over the square in metrop-olizei state
Little laughter jingles, drunks linger,
Sickening hot dog hot stench stings, Taco bells ringin and white heeled
women fallen like the cities crumblin' arches.
Crisp air filters from rumbling subs beckons exile off my Main street
high.
But man what have I done? Slept with a woman that wanted me too. Got high,
drifted by, smiled and felt good and at ease and at peace with my peaceful
woman.
Took some time out for love and a few a those special royal treatment
fucks, aw shucks
Get over it, just another small erosion a minor explosion, shit it ain’t
like I raped a servant or anything.
©
Dam Robinson
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