See, see such a plumy sky
Marvel at its carpy slime depths.
Tell me Kevin tell me Kevin tell me Kevin do you
Wonder why the distressed child also ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel feebly tadpole.
Worried by your farpontic facial growth
That grains like
A churning fragguck.
What's more, it knows
Your cheese potting shed
Smells of foot rot plaster.
Yes everything under the frantic sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm ein hyena.
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