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Jerge

from Bumfuzzle by Sponkers

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Closer to paradise than ever in the longest while
Hushing the worries away through a succulent tube
Pulling the ceiling over my shoulder; clandestine
Stowing myself as I struggle to reach for the snooze

Favoritism always goes to the dog that shits outside
To be an angel or drunk with vitriol: which one am i?

The final frontier of social taboo is facial tattoos
A song about silence: endearing crux to bear
A decent sense of humor helps the time go by
The band, They Might Be Giants, is always playing in the air

Ashes, ashes; dust to dust. Yahweh. The dog is fine
If only there were better ways to tame this cranky, restless mind

Theo

Avoiding the sun, barely working a living off nothing
Yet spending my earnings like some bashfully handsome tycoon
The internet is a graveyard of sorts for half-baked ideas
Both that and my wallet keep me from leaving this room
I'm not leaving this room

Maybe if we'd met last year things would be much different
Headfirst into a daydream, I erroneously forget

Theo

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from Bumfuzzle, released December 19, 2017

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