do not despair, for nothing is beyond repair
soon we shall become flashing blobs of fretting
betting greatness. for loony bins abound
flip-flopping on a ground
that's past its day.
oh flashing blobs of fruit
of tired n gooning flabby belly-buttons,
in my beggining lies my end.
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