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Invitation/Incantation

America, a party that
Never stops

The insolent child

Dripped in acrid yellow
Deliberately

This is preceded
By a yawn

A prophetic jeer
Bored of its
Own excess

This is ridiculous
It says, while carrying
On

“I am not decadent
But I practice
Decadence”

Stumble down
The street
Ask a child
For a light

Passing by pieces
Of dissonance not
Even electronic

“I’m not interested
In the
Interesting things”

Drink your
Shame

Stop being stale