VIRGIL AND STATIUS OVERHEARD Take the time out to write a poem Like a brass bucket it radiates The ancients believed, but today it's measured in Kelvins. Oh my, take out the time like trash Just pulls a brass bucket up and out it's edifying to watch, from a safe distance. The pages and pages, o'er my smooth forehead. Jump cuts it's wormy like a baby It's language without being language does what they told me to do! Blood that descends to a place better left unmentioned these things pure and perfect, Oh language purgatory for you! Easiest thing in the world. Those bosoms uncovered to the tits! They're hard to believe when you see crystal pure and inverted My my, you gotta be penitent.
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