Beware the symbols of symbols forgotten
I read at the bus stop
Having left the theater as parliament
Gloriously exploded in fireworks
Beware our brain the Sun
All blazers and their screens
This overtime charade of vendetta
Hear on moving day renditioned
By friendly nappers and tortured
By our own good
Baptised in the rooftop rain
Portland cries on their popcorn
Fake butter the grease of grease so tasty
Eve said blog is in the rain wrung out
To dry in baskets
Pick up the peaces cuz it's out the door
As a drop blotted b
-rain and our fleet arrived to dismay
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