As slithered faced as I am
I press froth indefinitely
Engaging in cryptical bologna
Froth right righteousness
Exquisite in transition
O yes, yes it sees inside
Dripping with disdain
But overall dainty
Its as if a trail is
Walked with foresight
And forgotten after travel
String connects us all
Era after error, parched
For something of real
Distasteful in haste
She sings it
But does she mean it
Crumbling in anticipation
My spectator cries.
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