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This Poor Man's Pipe Dream

no..no...no...DONT GET CLOSE
cuz, yea...yea...
     yea...I suppose
emailing would be
     the safest lagniappe bet,
     where nill expose
sure would moost
     likely NOT infect thee,

     though these really
     quirky, phony (funny) germs
     can be inhaled a
     cross transmission wires
thru the nose
or data packets 
     bounced off satellites as 
     telecommunications
 
specialists knows
while (and/or) even if
     all precautions taken
     even extreme measures
     such as cryogenics,
     (where an individual
     ideally after they die)
     doth get froze,

nonetheless this communique
     must be heeded,
     cuz most effective,
     and best assimilated
     before one takes a doze
essentially (non fatal)
     lottery mania flows
within my entire being

     from head to 
     fungus infected toes
whar this old rattletrap
     spews castles in the air
akin to a house of cards career
ring into scattered mess
     (resembling 52 pickup),
thus unknown reader

     dune hot dare
casinos, gambling halls,
     horse racing, et cetera
     lest ye contract
     an immobilizing, yet fear
lee innocuous diagnosis,
     asper in do sing glare
ring bug eyes,

     plus affecting a hair
reed styled, and swiftly tailored
     demeanor accompanied
with Scrooge (tiny lee)
     intimating lurch

     ching, and ogling
     qua monopolistic greed
expending every last
     red cent indeed
finding one
     impoverishing themselves
     at light speed!

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