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over the limit where is the endangered rhino in dreams not deceiving us of these questions in a Vegas lounge you'll receive stares or silent shrugs no echo steers to mirrored walls of neon which enfold the light drunken shit-faced sombreros dance to in penthouse suites reserved for pederasts my child-woman aspired to turning my inner child around that Christmas eve I waited for her (& all the mascara-smeared others) to bail me out from the Hard Rock high-roller's jail of sad-ass gambols Jimi's guitar keeps playing taps for a nite no one escapes from losing your birthright on some absent savior's crap table