Butt, Butt, Butt Music
I.
Trumpets from the rear—
cherubs clamber up moon-flesh,
the bass line quivers.
II.
Sheet music ripples,
inked across a sacred bum—
notes wobble, then fall.
III.
We call it "divine,"
this symphony of chaos—
art blooms from the odd.
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