Baudelaire Fever Dreams Himself, Hungover, Unto the Covidian Wasteland We've Numbed Ourselves To – Lee Levinson

July 12, 2020

Tombs slick the city streets clean, and how
Mothers drunk on vomit,
And nature’s gay for mankind’s bow,
Decay: the one true prophet.
Tombs slick the city streets clean, and how.

We razorblade the mirror, bare of blood
Visage is none but bleach,
Sure, bodies do engulf the mud,
Who’s god shall we beseech?
We razorblade the mirror, bare of blood.

O tell, dear Satan, our confidant
Are these your horns we hear?
Shall we continue nonchalant,
The sky, our asses rear?
O tell, dear Satan, our confidant.

Libations, modern pedestal we place
Time is now our whore,
The written word we do deface,
Ugh! Mankind is such a bore!
Libations, modern pedestal we place.

Like, oh my God, anxiety doest reign
My roots are growing black,
Compassion, whatever, justice I guess I’ll feign,
Whoops, on Instagram I am a hack.
Like, oh my God, anxiety doest reign.

What?! Violence is something all too real?
Do we all shirk the face?
Sshh! Poor man, now cook my meal,
Lest I brandish ye my mace!
What?! Violence is something all too real?

I kiss the slave labor of sun’s traverse
My liver was such a commodity,
All heil man’s God, Prometheus,
With freedom, what becomes of me?
I kiss the slave labor of sun’s traverse.

Society is a civil blood clot
All apologies my dear kin,
Heaven’s falsehood is the personification of hot,
You and I are congealed within.
Society is a civil blood clot.

Scrub our species off the Lascaux caves
A cum stain in a Kleenex,
Paul awaits with haste, those who saves
Within a Eunuch’s sex.
Scrub our species off the Lascaux caves.

I’ve braved a many century to see
The blood within the pudding,
At last Satan has bestowed upon me,
The Horsemen’s oeuvres ring.
I’ve braved too long a century to see.