Ballad of a Blacklight

I was born a lightbulb,

Just a magnet for a moth,

But I decided I’d be happy

If I were a goth.

So I donned some darkness

To become a blacklight demon.

I’d work to show cops where people

Cleaned up blood and semen.

But alas the business

Of policing wasn’t booming

And I sought some other jobs

With unemployment looming.

Now I make the alleys cosmic

Down at Downtown Bowl.

I may have sold out to the man

But I’m still a gothic soul.

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