“I like big books and I cannot lie– Y’all other readers can’t deny– When a tome strolls past with its thick old spine– It’s like, damn novel, you so fine…”
It sort of just keeps going like that, the song is way longer than I remembered. Really the only other part worthy of your time would be, “My oblongata don’t want none unless you weigh tonne, son.” And now you know pretty much what I did yesterday. 🙂
I do have a more legitimate rhyme salvo to lob in your general direction today. We’ll talk a bit more at its close, enjoy!
“Faulty Circuits”, July 9, 2020.
Outlook and feedback loops
Crassly dour and segregative
To vulnerable groups
This tribalistic hatred foul’s
A separate class of drugs
Both like to leave with ingrained scowl
And each will render slugs
Self-loathing is the frequent root
To seek out either…
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