"So if you intend to finish
that protected wolverine
who just tried to steal
your snickers, you'd
better hit it."
I swear
that's verbatim
eavesdrop on
some dude's random
youtube binge! Just
later at the end:
"And that rhino
goes extinct on the
spot!"
In between
something really
enthusiastic about beer.
That's the limit to which
my attention gets plucked,
stuck or switched when
I'm busy trying to write
this damn poem
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