That's not my thought
That's not my thought
Well, boom, pick, swipe
Punch, left, right, face
Ideas that are not me
Values of others
Show to reflect
Haunts of self whizzing
Elders say this that
Picking on my traipses
Laughing over dim-bulbs
Rushing of assignments
A parade of glory
Night is dreary
Cave that hides
The shine of plight
Expectations miscalculations
Hippety Bippety
Bop they roll
Clinking on the fragile nose
Menu served
Is your usual choice
This time too?
Glory, fame, respect
Sorry, it is out of stock
As always as usual
Your gerbil wants to
Dash and run
Rolling rotating in a wheel
Whiskey level dizzy
Teetotaler I am
Should have been a drunkard
Claiming that life is ballet
When it ends with bullet
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