Round the bend and through the deep we creep upward the absurd topics the pieces of art falling from the sky we are tired no one’s fired just peering around the edge the end-all the be-all of cattle calls we’re stalling until something different comes along we’re strong enough to bluff the listener tough enough to stuff a potato with and bake it twice take it with rice or veggies of the day we’re playing hard we’re rising above the shoves and running in loops we’re flying through hoops with no strings attached we’ve collapsed our options ‘til there’s nothing for adoption we were watching the series but now it’s bleary eyes and no surprise there’s a winner after seven there’s no other way to go no other row to hoe and if a nonstick pan’s in my future then I’m ready to get cookin’ it’s an easy-lookin’ mirror with one-way features we’re waiting in the bleachers for the show to go on
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