theatropoeia (theatropoeia) wrote,
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theatropoeia

Olbos

Come unto the night, my children
Sing your howling epics
And hearken to my call

There’s a crap game down at the auto shop, just waiting for you

Lonely wanderers and hapless vagrants
All are welcome
Bring your own booze, of course

The bats will fly and
The grand symphony of rats’ feet on glass
Will sound around our casket

Go on
Roll those dice
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