Babyface,

how's your day,

did you make it out of bed?

Or are you still

wrapped in sheets

mummified,

lost in sleep.

Oh, Houdini,

escaped again

through the shackles,

poor caged man,

only to find

himself recaptured,

tangled mind,

deathly rapture.

Babyface,

come out and play,

chess for razors,

won't you stay?

Pills aren't measured,

the bottle's gone,

Babyface,

What'd you do today?

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