In Perils of Beauty
He walked, he danced
His shadow played the deck
She talked him to his wallet
And out of his pants
Like whiskey
Her lips, liquored up his thoughts
With a lisp
She whispered finally found
Portland had a mime
No one seemed to understand
Care to doubt or bother to mind
That Portland had a mime
Yes Portland had a mime
Her art was a distinguished lust
He was a character in this film of love
His mother taught and warned of such
His father smirked and enjoyed it much
Portland had a mime
No one seemed to understand
Care to doubt or bother to mind
That Portland had a mime
Yes Portland had a mime
Jessalyn
was Portland’s finest mime
She acted, frowned and smiled
Called it life once or twice
Charlie was a boy
young and full of awe
She kissed his hands
He dug his grave
Charlie died a man
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