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​Cauliflower Cowbell
  
Sites unseen, the cafe sea, 
blends thin its razor glow, 
of anarchy start and Olympian end,
it breathes the faint hello. 
 
Oh, cauliflower cowbell, 
oh, pious cloth,
your magnet battery beats,
upon the northland’s noble clown,
and drags it through the streets
 
Move that thing right out of here
and cast the courthouse loom.
Don’t read his fawn, 
his document false,
it smiles beyond the gloom
 
You’ll feel your nose turn right side up,
the eucalyptus fork,
will pull back loads of frantic fire,
and burn the paisley cork.
 
The warning’s sound,
the firemen’s bell
have fallen soft and fine.
Recriminate the parakeet
and hear the baker’s whine
 
Our questions and complaints remain
of firmware dinners hashed.
The billiard club can’t understand
the malice robots stashed -
 
Its days of wine and roses 
beyond the voyeur west,
the envious atmosphere brazen song,
while loud, black substance test.
 
We did not claim that perfect steel
could explain houdini’s stand,
with tazer drawn and thoughts ablaze,
the scarborough effect stood grand.
 
I’ll call you and you’ll call me
and never more we’ll know
the handspike beamlight’s sad buffet
it’s inglorious scheme unfold.
 
Though recent disclosures shun the brace
that blubbers bought and sold.
 
No more wraps, around the neck ,
No dandy Disney space,
Will give fruition feathers trip,
Your caustic velvet face.
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