all the pages the stage is set and turning open
over and under the odds even up the score as the band calls out for audience
participation rating the state of any nation and saving the rations for later
we are sleeping through the credits and adding answer options
adopting further control is the sole reason we season our ribs with experience
toss ballads of the salad days to radio stations bygone and forgotten
the lot in the back is parked full of static
trunks as the elephants pack for tomorrow
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