The room

In here there is no up

there isn’t any down,

she is there with her panties on

but there isn’t any gown.

Drinks are are red,

skies smothered by soot,

ground is no more stagnant and firm

All men look like brutes.

Plenty of rotten liars

truth seekers are few,

history is gone and dead

amidst these cultures new.

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