House of Nine

Room for rent in a house of nine
One cool girl and eight cool guys
Multinational-superchill
Ossuary on the hill

It's not the cleanest but it's homely
Y'know at home I felt so lonely
Lay down your weary dreads
In my sepulchral bed

Lay with me in the weeds
We sleep in twos and threes
Plant the seeds by the stars
And keep our skins in canopic jars

Laurence makes a salad
Of quinoa and PCP
I forgot my degree
Was it sociology
A Rorshach test
Of shattered testicles
The ashes were kept
In a modest receptacle
Alistair wept
He had a sickening feeling
After extensive reading
That menstrual blood's not vegan



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Barrett
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