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Taking inventory of my unreasonable
Waking and looking around to see
Which me is scaring the trees into standing up straight,
Honeymoon isn't used very often in
Dish soap ads any more, and
If I toast the tasks
There's a snowdrift of beliefs
Cascading down to insulate me
From my jogging
My jargon

Look where you're
Spending the evenings,
Is pulp insinuating a quasi-
Demanding leopard
Into yon attentive infinite
Loop? Git,
You long-haired Mulligan of a trust-fund,
To poach a friendly Babel
Could make your to-do list a clayey
Enjambment for the same sake
As the emporium backorders. Jeep, hoo.