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THE LAST WORDS OF MY ENGLISH TEACHER

No, I said that you were flattering yourself again,
Not imitating the blob
By starlight.
Somebody, get me a shoehorn. Somebody,
The great lakes look just like the map said they would.

You could have saved yourself some plenipotentiary duties
If you'd agreed to intern as a pinsetter,
But to each their gout. More port? Glub glub glub.

Flukes happen, right? And are shimmery.

This takes place somewhere like next door,
But don't let that prey on your well-being.
The walls are solid, if in need of repointing.
There was that thing with the bitterns.
This has been quite a spell to have you over. Mind your head!