Mantra Aoife Kelly Welcome to the massacre Swim the blood and vodka floor For the strobe-light-stroke experience A tenner on the door Push through crush of upright corpses Shrieking jabber of their jaws Grasp a block to prop your legs up For a pitcher poison pause Suddenly the stinging Stumbling sepulchre dissolves The lights are rainbow fairy magic That threaten your resolve And as it swirls you spot a body Like a body from a dream A Romeo that’s seen your Juliet Your Wham bam Dancing Queen His throat is gloss with poetry But then your head is soft with rum As the palace sways on tidal wave Of sweat and synth and drum And when the lights come on and daytime Pries apart your hazy tryst You sail away, inform your comrades ‘Ya’ll never guess who got the shift!’
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