Parfum
meet these people
go to their parties
afraid they’ll tell you
how they make their money
date their daughters
to the Restoration
having hid the bodies
in the wood grain finish
you just can’t get over the stink
under perfumes makeup and mask
afraid they’ll take off their faces
without even the decency to ask
just can’t get over the stink
your ambivalence’s just an act
arise with the cocktails as your soul
falls deep talking fast
date these people
they run the country
you’re getting closer
out of curiosity
feeling tipped over
falling between
complicity
and fatal fancies
then you start to stink
from your childhood through now
racing to the brink
from the entire line of your thoughts
you feel the stink
remembering where it all went wrong
the dream and the hell
was always built from your own parts
