how may i be of service
the absurdist rendering is of a record
i'd half heard a mispronouced omelet
but let's not get ahead of ourselves
i've shelved the bacon bits and sliced the teryaki
if you only knew the trouble i've spleen
who not another lemonade heartache
why let the mirror tell it all
i want to learn how the horn blows red
mine is the echo that the nest won't crow
night makes matches
day breaks records
back again beginning, spinning --
set 'em up again to fall
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