Take it like a man
Every time I look up there
It looks back at me
Winking blinking shimmering shining
Showing me that I am small
Showing me that I matter not at all.
Unblinking moribund blandness
Progression never ceasing
Grinding time
Spitting dust
At faster than light speed
Which is impossible
So don’t worry about it.
If it’s impossible
It’s not happening
Denial is my favorite river
I tube in it.
With a six pack of your tears
You crying little Frenchman.
Oh I got buttercups
Buttercups on my fingers
And I’m eatin up!
I’m eatin up them sweets!
Right up to the knuckles
Try typing now there, Stumpy.
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