my irony
among all the iron fist ironies,
i am a chimp who lives
with bonobos.
the entire country is
is like that.
the planet also
is like that.
both claim
they have great art,
grand beauty pageant
and beauty salons,
great genealogy,
great gene pool,
great,
great,
great,
grand grand grand
parents,
great normal sex and related,
great drinks and bears,
great dump stuff,
great awkwardness,
and
great and short freezes;
but,
most the time,
it is boring greatly
with
possibility of dust storm
in some parts,
snow flakes in others.
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