#7

BONGOS:

 

They sold off my shoes to make pinstripes and news. “Thanks for your pulls pushes paychecks and punch.” In Xanadu did abreact your stately pleasure domes foreclosed. Our debt they shouldered now we shoulder theirs which is our own which is not theirs but they still chickenfight while our mortgaged-back(s) begin to brake.

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Abandon a bandage a band of thieves a brand of real a state of panic a plan it seems to save our planet a plant but now I’m taken aback. This despotic dipsosis, the best taverns at the corner of That Street, liquidate your mortgage so we can sip That Sweet Something which we know is running thin but we can plummet, pillage the sea and shallow coastlines will supply That Salve that Saves, that spits and sputters, just give us That Second Shot. Whose we but you and them not me but if they fail then we do too but if we fail then they did too whose we not you; believe. Reap presentational democracy.

 

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