that's a lot of scot-free tissue
blissing on a marketable dream
the steam too clean for forgiveness
wait until the shark attacks!
wait until the snack bites back!
there are stripes on this tiger
and the apple have thorns
vegetables are their own reward
convenience is its own destruction
i will build you a landfill
you can stop by any time
mine for yours
call all your keepers of promises
and trappers
blitz them and their zipper pockets for pencils
interdimension tension too sharp
quarks are their own invention
the best of intentions stored up in glorious relief
weep and you shall find
tine your forks with gold
there are no bars holding you back caulfield
i am back where i started
tarting up that four-part harmony
a ceremony of skipping
there are no trips available for that price
a tutor would suit her better
letters in order seek postage stamps
lamps brighten the night in situational switching
cheers for jeers beers steers into wheels
does your mother know your temperature
waiting sure enough for the cup to overflow
crowing to eat fit and fit to eat crow
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2 comments:
love the food references at the beginning, of course!
...especially the snack bites
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