Ya, ya, ya ya it was all good.
I couldn't breathe.
"Hey! Did you sleep?"
Alan Kensington and blue mulberries
Both tried to work smooth on me,
But none of them worked,
None of them dared.
I was curious to make a mare
Go here and there, without anyone
To dare.
Close your eyes, a blind date
Wonderfully choking but a blind
Blinding date.
So-so-sorry, musically choked
My last notes, fluty notes.
My rap got stuck in my throat.
Washed up on this shore,
I wait for the sea-sky to
Paint away the new day.
Or I'll drown like a golden
Yellow Sun
Or better, duck.
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