Robert Rorabeck - Just Another Star

Oh your city, f%ck it all: in its streets my mother is moving;
Oh, Oh, Oh, live a wet titted Godzilla I haven’t yet waited
To suck her songs:
And she gets up and bemuses me, while in another year
I wont even have use for these songs which are just
Another reason to bemuse myself,
And maybe all of this is just another age old space opera
With opulent tits, maybe that is just another reason for
Me to have her mistaken by you:
But, otherwise, I have had the world turned out in the
World of calculating gloom; and otherwise, otherwise,
Her words are just another way to step out carelessly in the gloom
Just like the star she could never afford the name of:
That is just what you are, Sharon: just another cheap alphabet
The just another star we couldn’t afford the name of….

Robert Rorabeck

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