let's wonder
in turn
upon this place of inspection
but blunder
and burn
in case there’s no grace in rejection
asunder,
we yearn
with affection yet take this direction
we thunder
we churn
but it’s natural selection
going under
I learn
taste your confection
no defection or concern of erection
nothing stern
the dissection of this section
this beautiful distraction
no case of inaction
no apprehension nor distension
no alienation nor failing patience
no dissention or hypertension
upon summation no abstraction or correction of the perfection
but you face an equation in place of sedation
with no exaggeration
or protestation
or manipulation
this is was our creation
let us just say, Damn …
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