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We have no scruples about gorging the dangling hook
Weighted & baited with destiny
Each day this renegade age slips in
Another fabulised profanity or well rehearsed obsenity
Long ago the celluloid of innocence curled into ashes
And blew from the stage without a trace
Leaving us to cook a pre-determined destination
So full of spice yet absent of taste
Therefore...
Should the next meal be garnished
With sap from a Upas tree
Would we make no bones cleaning up our fate?
Sure as we'd mop up a more nectarous conclusion
With the pita of life from our plate
Would a beggars smile decorate your face
If we could reach beyond the glass and taste
If we could reach beyond the glass and taste...
The glass and taste.