a guitar riff
sharp gift
a lift in the air like heat off chrome
no frosting or crumbling crumbs
just wrapped tight in six strings and spite
cake can't grind bone
cake can't moan like when i bend the blues
cake can wait when the riff takes
sudden
rude
crude
and
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a sound without words
a noise that flirts with my beast
call it rock solid
call it a roll in the hay
it's better than cake

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