You talk as if Thunder Cats aren't caviar.
As if dementia weren't decadent.
I dismantled your computer and found New York City
buzzing in the motherboard.
I autopsied your cadaver and found Parisian alleys
in your neurofibrillary tangles.
You're a dandy and a faker,
more regal than my Top Hat Voice.
Why don't you give a handjob to your minx petticoat
and put your money where my asshole is?
Lovingly,
Jordan
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