I have just returned from
Burning down Hollywood glare
My flair for moods burned smoke white
Emblazoned by the shallow ones
Keepers of the culture exploit
And I simply lit a match
Dropped placement unbound pleasure
Art as destruction in turn
Destruction is art returned
I am quite tired
I need a drink for draining
It is upon me
Loving the lonely and broken down
Actors of all life's family
When all you have to work with is
Only what they try to do
So now I ask as anyone might
Relaxed yet in no mood
Home comfort now delights
"What's on television tonight?"

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