A wee late, because that was obviously already months ago,
can’t you see that we’re coming around once again there,
or are you caught so far down that drain to peek a look some,
while everyone else isn’t busy on their own affairs as well?
You’re revealing yourself behind on that staple category also,
for only twice a year is all I’m gonna bite and now it’s finished,
even though I’m not bothering this turn over personal reasons,
but it doesn’t mean the work won’t get done by a long stretch.
Come on, nobody seriously thought you were since your face bares as much,
I’d rather not disclose exactly what we’re figuring at last about your final race,
within the slim chance that we might be wrong never occurred to any of us yet,
except it’s not important after all you really aren’t either no matter the huge fuss.
Now we get in that line concerning your lies and their great complex of purpose,
speaking your mind is essential until another fossil creeps out of your novel stew,
to place blame above your feeble attempts to garner a second spring in a season,
like no one knows how to shoot dice with other people’s most belabored visions.
Don’t joke about putting that across the chopping block in this sorry environment,
soaking deeply in formaldehyde to study quickly your shallow meandering ravines,
tested in short order by those starkly forsaken of lowly realms from our sciences,
of course presently jealous respecting undeniable facts leaving all opinions insular.
We merely went through this in extreme detail as if your memory is in for repairs,
probably zero percent chance of your attention changing in the next few minutes,
so we’ll simply push forward to ignore that and mindlessly wandering its direction,
unless you wish to rephrase this purely wretched amusement tossed to both of us.
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