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Posted to Poetry

When something's big and beautiful
give it a little time
I'll make it small and dirty
so you'll know it's mine.

You'll see crystal blue pools
will turn into murk.
I'll make gold into dust
and play into work.

Like the Midas Touch,
but altered a bit,
everything I touch
turns into Shit.

From the winter of my cracked-out discontent,
- Vaselina Glamatron

Though I'm feeling much better today, thanks.