please forgvive this short stack
the plastic wrap is attacking and i've lost my shoe
there's no way out to shout down this tennis match
catch your luck in a bucket and shake it all about
that's what it's all about
shouting from the mountaintop you think why isn't there a new verb
absurdly repetitive you pet your belly and rub your nose
wishing for good tidings of great joy
toying with the spinach and wishing to be a sinner
lingering over the cannonballs stalling out silently
cutting out unreliably
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