Come gather gold and silver parcels,
Bury three feet holes and pray for thunder.
Scurry towards the plastic neon rays,
Feel these seconds turn into days.
Kiss my skin and warm my bones,
We will sell our secrets until we get old,
To fuel non-fiction finance woes.
Hold my hand and check for vital signs,
Taste sweet venom, start up again.
House fire heat will keep me warm,
This black lagoon will sooth my qualms.
I heard it's each to their own,
No more questions, fewer solved.
I am your one and all.
Stewart was raised on violence,
In a chemical world that spouts out kindness.
We will crash and yearn,
To wipe our mouths on satin shirts.
I will be Jack and you will be nimble,
Skim these stones and watch them sink,
To magazine depths and polythene dresses.
Must my paper qualifications burn?
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