“How uncanny is it down there? Uncanny in the extreme, in the

SANTCUM we mean,

With the faux-goth

INNER BASEMENT

Behind the door,

Of a bar

Nobody cared for

That was not of any quality at all

And then the floor

Had been epoxy’ed then

As this college institution

Refused to maintain

A properly in argillite by name

“Argillite people by the way

“Like in the back of Princeton verily,

“Here is some context for the milieu,

objet d’art, pince-nez, all the words you need to know today, and then they’ll be so mad verily

Everyone knew

Back then furthermore

It was not a sex cult at all

“One day,

“We told a story before

“About stalking in that way,

“The sex honeypot spy they say, and anyway

Behind the wall

It had another room

In full

With a trapdoor,

As they call

On the vertical,

Rather horizontal

And then in the chamber

As it is, as it was,

The vertical ascent goes to the roof of the 2-story building

Which is on a college

In Somewhere, USA

With the shaft to upside

To the one bedroom topside

So theoretically one may do

Spying up to

The one place of repose,

Indeed, like:

For people without clothes,

But instead

They get the fire extinguisher,

Through the panel

Which you smash out

With not a gas mask on

But all properly dressed for the day

So, yes,

“Here’s Johnnie TV

“For anybody

“Trying to do it

“you understand

“Upstairs again,