(the way things used to be, or ought to be?)
*ahem*
poet-as-rock-star
I can’t sing or
play guitar,
but you can
still rhyme my
bizarro-verse
while driving in your car
the stars spin us around;
this rock is flat and upside-down
the stars spin us around;
this rock is flat and upside-down...
(repeat chorus until rich and famous)
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