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Uncle Melvin
I walk these halls
As gallows mock
With framed pastels blind
Where mother left behind
And father said "freak"
You're no son of mine
Alone among the Rockwells
Lined-up of someone else's
Many celebrated lives
I guess that's because
Mister Norman Bates
Really never learned how to paint
And if he had I'd be there
Hung up in the blackest black
For the whole damned world to see!
So now it's red or blue for breakfast
And mystery meat in between
But, all I have to say is...
Where the hell's the ecstasy?!
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