but longer linger i lay
drifting into space while
all the time i would smile
sweet thoughts and closely nit
secrets from my deepest most pit
held below within with might
so that i may sleep at night
with an empty head and happy heart
that beats in time, doesn't stop then start
like a bundled race
an oily naggy face
or the type of sex that lasts an hour
without fulfillment, laughter, lust nor power
to complete a day that awoke late
trundled to a heap - vegetables on a plate -
{Whoopi sang and Sinatra danced
all went off in a blast
Lenin strum and Stevie pranced -
i enjoyed it to its very last!}
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