“Too Lazy”
You lose shape in measure of conflict,
To pull apart every focus within;
We enter around and leave gold tick,
A clock that glows over massive fin.
Helpings at chair feel so low to sea,
Slow to fast meals upon hearts of joy;
All sugar gone for Memphis tea,
Burger remaining to show for toy.
Shakes go along to wind of dreams.
They hear music out of false dancer;
As such, we come to aid of reams,
Or wrap gel ink to seat of packer.
Exhaustive fatigue without knowledge:
Pizza ruins dress at misty college.
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