Parfum
meet these people go to their parties
afraid they’ll tell you how they make their money
dating daughters to the Restoration
hiding bodies in woodgrain finish
you can’t get over the stink
under perfume and mask
afraid they’ll take off their faces
without the decency to ask
can’t get over the stink
ambivalence’s last act
arise all ye cocktails soul falls
deep, hard, and fast
date these people running the country
getting closer out of curiosity
feeling tipsy falling between
complicity and fatal fancies
then you start to stink
from childhood through now
racing to the brink
of your own thoughts
you feel the stink
as you come along
the hell and the dream
are the same parts
