Greased Lightning from Night Classes by Other Houses

Pull back from the lip of the banister
You're silt
A sideshow for old fat masters

Afraid litigators bally it around
With lots to be desired

Desirous to meet you, Maharishi of maladjusted man
Rare to run into a ribbon of current with no resistance
Frankly, I'm frightened
Greased lightning

Ballooned, ballyhooed
With no professional consequence for violence

First thought, light 'em up
I'm pollyannaish
My lord, my lord, my lady

Desirous to meet you in soot and in ashes, the sexless subversive seer
Rare to bear witness to a sulfur rivulet that snakes through politeness
And night classes
Greased lightning

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