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Dancing in his slumber to 
The beat of Billie Jean 
Moaning and groaning 
A number of things 
 
The betrayal it stings, 
The gargoyles sing 
Of a life consisting of 
UFO's and crime scenes 
 
Under the influence of 
A drunken telepathic cadence 
Stealthily he sneaks into her mind 
Croaking the faintest of whispers 
 
With no remorse he asks 'Darling 
Would you like to drink of the 
Black conspiracies of the liquid 
That inhabits my drinking glass?' 
Her dead body crooned 
a soft,subtle lullaby 
spawning the words 
 
'No, no, no baby let my spirit go 
I bequeath you to let me rest 
In peace beneath the frozen tears 
of the morbid echoes of the snow.' 
 
By Glenn McCrary 
 
 
 
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Drunken Conspiracy