The Infamous Middle Finger


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her royal fuck-up

Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zag, on his violin.
A lustful couple sits on the moss
So as to taste long lost delights.
A veil has fallen! The dancer is naked.
Her partner grasps her amorously.
Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world!
Long live death and equality!