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Artist"The Trumpet Tears" I fantasize about setting fire to a fag-hating flag, waving infanticide My blind-dating Yelp rating has taken a dive I can't even surmise that clitoral sighs Could exist Behind the littlest lies Of her literal thighs I fantasize I'm setting fire to what you symbolize Red meat White privilege Blue blood and blue balls Scars and Skypes forever Cars and tripe, moreover Mountains mined for treasure Dead mimes in glass coffins Move aside for Clowns crying Led paint Lord, please: accelerate our drying increase our durability maintain our fresh appearance and help us resist moisture that causes corrosion Empathy's for wasting on lives lived within boxes Miming our entrapment until we are truly sealed Upon Goat Hill I've climbed In my mind's eye if not my mime's sigh We will smile little mouse and eye as Shadows of Flames dance upon fatigued faces announcing our Big Brass VagEYEnas
A woman in a red outfit with white stars appears shocked while holding a burning American flag and a gold object, set against a backdrop of trees. Flames dance around her.