I begin
infinitely, which means
it never ends, and cannot possibly
be justified in speculation by pretend.
Take your reduced, cut-rate logic
and drawing out to a point as far
from your reach (your finger isn't even
aimed right), call it a line
and pronounce "unacceptable!"
so peculiarly that I consequently
change my mind on what accent it is
you're so trying
to fake. Dear me,
darling little you whomever you suppose,
(so great, but)
that isn't a line, it's a run. And
I? Do not believe in panty hose, or
in such low jokes as those,
Let alone me. You should
wait! Never mind. No fun.
You were way ahead of me once
again, too slow for you
to really get,
and left
behind.
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