If you follow your hollow heart to borrow
Comfort in an effort to report readiness
To enter the centre and mantle tomorrow
Assure assembled hermits happiness
Flees fleas which won't please
Geese, gander and gorgeous girls
Giggling, galumphing at ease
Because bundles of curls
Your heavy hands won't handle
Now or in the near future
That contrives casually to cuddle
Misery, usury as a culture
Steeped in beeps and snips
That drill holes and thrill poles
And pump pimples and pips
For whom no one has defined risible roles.
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