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Monty's Sestina

Light the candles, or nevermind! Burn the witch! Watch him go up in fire! And now for something completely different... I used to rule the world, seas rose with my word before I died All elephants’ paradises one and the same I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose this afternoon Putting on my red dress for after the afternoon Everyone is gay now, but nevermind The broken smile on her face the same As yesterday, taken away to the dark side of fire You sung on radio, in video you died And now for something completely different... And now for something completely different... Wilted roses filling our stage this afternoon Easy come, easy go, your love all I wanted, I think I died I’m locked inside your heart-shaped box, but nevermind, Bringing me out the dark, starting in my heart, a fire To stay up all night to have fun, up all night to get some, every reason the same. We’re one, but we’re not the same And now for something completely different... I was born sick in the fire Closing walls and ticking clocks in the afternoon Polly wants a cracker? Nevermind! I want to have control, to have a perfect soul. If only she died… My shadow’s over you until you die She tied you to her kitchen chair to make you the same Bruises on your fruit! Nevermind. And now for something completely different... What’s love but a second-hand emotion for the afternoon? Chinese psychic spies and silver-screen girls from Sweden in the fire Why does the world say we started the fire? Don’t they realize the music’s always died? Why do we switch the channels every Sunday afternoon? The candidates will always be the same… And now for something completely different... Oh well, whatever, nevermind… Memoria, memoria, every afternoon; doused in bleach? Nevermind! Gods’ minds aren’t fire, they’re ice; for them, every person is the same You and I? We were born to die! And now for something completely different...

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