“Huzzah!” You say,
While traveling on the wind,
“To the coast!” You say,
as your head is suddenly twinned
Left on your own,
you tickle the creations of your mind.
If you think about it
only the weak are resigned.
Pleasure is magnificent,
like an ocelot with a grin.
Just what does it take
to sing without a chin?
You are weak, after all
like a tender woolen sock.
Limp and lackluster,
your only friend, the clock
Time waits for no one
not even a mouse
you must sing to the sea now,
it is your lover and spouse.
Hello hello,
you sing to the sky,
you are then swiftly sick
it is your only goodbye
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