by JOSEPH
After Gertrude Stein’s “If I Told Him”
What has a head and a tale but is never able to tell you the time. The time for a new tale from telltale is quite the tale, say it again? What was two tads but no head and is in constant tale taking mood of shrubs and shrooms. Bing bang boop bada bop bink bow. Is a verse too hot, you might even say its super hot.
You slam the door on my face so now wretched in despair, the look I give you — a strong distaste. What better than to taste a look, white hot with a distaste and a door, is there need to say more from this morder moore with a little more than mooooore.
Take me to the edge and catapult me off the clip. But you can’t do that. You gotta land so we’ll calculate your speed. Hey if a speed is a what you need, then here take this speed with me. Speed, speed, speed — what’s the difference? We can play with keys, no piano. You’re right. Not that we got the key to the streets we can connect to keys with streets. Now a piano got to connect with no keys but a street piano, tomato to-mato potato po-tato easy peezy lemon squeezy because our proportions are fair right so the answers a cat right? No it’s you.
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