I strummed the strings of my satirical sitar Comments

I strummed the strings of my satirical sitar
until an incurable headache began
to dance to the beat of a nasty little waltz
on the lid of my brain, turning my
grey matter into a mush like that of a
senator whose head fell
into his plate of spaghetti. I strummed
I strummed that sitar until, but I swear
by my days as a Rastafarian
that this won't happen again.
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