Culture Loom
The roaming minutes encircle my thoughts
As I delve romantically into the possibility of falling
My associations, they tend for the lift
When my vicarious aberrations cause a pigs tail in their midst
Yet their overworn malicious grin tends to me a harrowing mystique dealt subsequent
Therein, in lieu of stirring a stew in such autonomous disparity, as of late,
I wave the waiter over for the check
and leave breadcrumbs sticking to my plate
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