bojangles from garden party by ultra violets

I bleed in technicolor
Against a monochrome sky
Where the crows line up
Like an abacus

I shimmy my feet across the cracks
Of my own lackluster infrastructure
And snap my fingers to
The harsh noise and stoning silence

Relenquish all control
Of your synapse to the rectangles
And tap dance for your life
Like Bill Bojangles
Up and down the stairs
Like one of Escher's illusions
Slip back into your similies
Like-

I got my gang of goons
Weve got acryllic smiles
I got ideas that grow like chia pets
Ive got split ends and ive got scale rot
Now ive got a song about the things ive got
Ive got to have more up my sleeve than this
But i forgot

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