[Mister Saint]: 79.Poetry.Bored at Chautauqua

Yeah. I went to cover a lecture for the newspaper, and it turned into a reading. So... I was bored, and decided to try free association poetry writing. 

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Who goes to the red, red row?
Salacious show with a cacophone,
cracked cheeks puff and blow, blow, blow

There you go to the puppet show,
wet strings plucked, marimba clucks,
with cotton tufts a struck a note sucks.

Orchestra Queen, my violin,
I draw my bow cross't lesbians
and push and pull and pin.