The poison’s meant to maze
The circuitous caves
In fraters' porches poured.
Que sera soror!
This is the part where the ants explode
At last, as fast below the looking glass,
The mass exposed expands and glows,
A rose bereaved and phos released:
Relief!
Isolation:
The oafs offend the Moors.
They’re boorish brats of sorts.
Isolation:
The memes upend the mores.
Hooray! Their camp’s a corpse.
Isolation:
C-c-c-c-coax your own accord.
We’ve lovely hardwood floors for freshly fractured forts
Heads up! Woopeetaw!
Quick on the draw.
"Unique New York" bespeaks a portly alveolar arc.
Heads up! Woopeetaw!
Siss poom pah!
Are our oars oak in this toy boat?
Toy boat! Toy boat! Toy boat!
Heads up! Woopeetaw!
Don’t you understand?
The city never sleeps.
And I’ve got you for keeps.
A ghost garrotes the hand
And boasts among the most fecund
“You’ve just begun to pant”.
Isolation…
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