Pressure Game

In the undulating folds

Of the pressure game,

No one escapes

And no one complains,

Take the drop

Or jump the gorge,

Sleep with angels

Or soggy-tit whores,

Ashes to ashes

Good golly Miss Molly,

From birth to death

It’s fable to folly.

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