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LETTER TO THE EDITOR

Too many rounds of buzzword shots.
From the rafters the every move of a socius
Looks kinda pulmonary,
Wet t-shirt oriented, but really
Everybody's thinking
"Really." It is the land beyond the parking lot,
And you said no?
The dog loves the headphones you got him
But has decided he's a cat,
A frivolous desire waves in my direction,
Tonight I'll decide to decide to decide to decide
Crossing on the light's
The wait staff minus one takes a lunch of greens
In isolated bubbles the way Boston recorded each guitar part
"You're absolutely right"
"But it's complete bullshit."