The dark’s paralysis, girdle of hypocrisy
embracing harlequins of night with a tot
of grog’s emotions restoring the order
of narcissist Fools immolating the souls
kicking cans down the road, jaywalking
on streets of Gotham, where you belong
when the moon is nigh as shadows
come tumbling down with the pox,
smoking a cigarette
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