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I Planted A Barber In My Backyard
There's no reason to organize things.
I treat fairness as a commodity,
And receive artificial tears in my milk;
Filtering my mind's ideas from clouds.
I witnessed a redheaded Dalmatian cross the city today,
The sweating beast looked back and fourth,
And ascended the iron totem pole;
A juxtaposed agony to the mainstream abyss.
Frozen, bewildered! It began to stare,
People sucking down their freshly ground teeth;
All at once the agony came back,
Like the poison of ass-fangs in the wood.
Why must I go somewhere?
Why must I go to what I ...