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VETTING PROCEDURES FOR NOBLE ROT

My esophagus tingling with a post-media high,
I mess goodies up with the no-no I tolerate.
The elaborate ruse involves a sunken blender --
"I'm Johnny Depp!" says a successful friend
Plunking along with his SEP-IRA. He thought not.
Fried sauce supplanted the pilates,
And the cut-rate loofah of his diplomacy fire alarm blank verse
Gave unused nomenclatures a plague cast.
The smart thing to do: explain the foolish leatherette.
"Ooh... opalescent."