I don’t want to hear  your reasons

I don’t want to hear disdain for rhymes

Ah the changing of the seasons…

Ah the sterile little monkeys

Would mate the brood mare

With the donkeys

Blank stare

What hath thou wrought

But plastic things

That are too often bought

Etc.

Ad naseum

Bring me a tonic

And I’ll show you fun

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