Poorly.
See, I
just wanted to write a
poem about we should all eat
animals, but leave humanity
out of it, and...look.
I got lost on a sudden research
track. Stuck on 1-track shuffle for
forty good deep sucking minutes on
one hard, menacing croon Smith's tune
from Marr's guitars to Morrissey's
presumably still Jiminy cricket
Johnson bar. Against it,
at least
one presumes one of them was.
I was listening to How Soon IS Now,
not the cow ode. But I couldn't help
recasting the latter as the worst burger
commercial score ever aired, by one
Brit-Ass Jack King of Marrs by way
of sincere epiphany, so one might
'pose:
humanity
is not irony.
It is absurdity. It's
look, it
needs work, but.
Still
what she said was
she was either onto
something, or on
something. I saw her
cute pun and rose my
hand.
"Which what?"
So I and I
switched
to a reggae
chop groove and said
screw the whole
thing, thank God I hadn't gone
into advertising.
much
And yet,
There's so much not
to know, the point just bucks
can buy! It's
odd.
I know people
who need so much money.
Goods & services buy that
so fast it could make a
cryptoeconomics proselytizer
smell paydays on the internet!
Not kidding! Met one once or
twice. Always pretty warm
on shills!
I can't see why they ask me
for advice, though. Seems they
have so much to sell
already
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