An Ocelot with a Grin

“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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