Rogaine
The maple syrup has a conniption as it
Works its way through golden pores and
Fluffy layers of carbohydrate goodness
While I eat content with a wholly empty mind…
Because who really gives a rat’s ass
During the moments emptied by forty minutes
Of sweet maceration and who would not hope
To multiply this (times one thousand!)
Until the only words remaining were fat,
Old, grey and retracted because recession is inevitable.
Nancy, come to the window… I think the kids are here.
I am a good man.
He was a good man.
I was a good man.
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