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Mr Fantastic

Bigger than bodacious,

higher TCH than contagious-

I poke at the smoke and make a cause to estrange this,

…toodle-to-do in my space ship!


I love how much I can remake this,

and bank the right to go out on a limb,

spill on the film,

make the gas on the ground increase its bliss,

run through the breeze and accept your diss,

though it is time to resist-
and look back at your breast...

Ask mother to draw me up a sign-
because like it or not you are on my line,

and my best friends,

and my bosses,

your eye’s doing crosses,

your cops pulling over bloggers!


Wait, 
stop!

I said stop on a dime!

Pick one up and help pay for the blind!

We adore dances as long as they make man-shifts,

make shift-

endanger wigs,

throw out chicken strips,

and hopeless trips!

Play out banquettes, with not enough men to spank it!

Even though they're all over it,

callin' all out smurf!
And say **** anybody with my tip!

It's high in the mountain range-
and it see's you as strange!

Blame  blame  blame!

And then do it all again!

Go to the gym later and explain!

Ask why do young men have names?...

I haven't given them my change,

I am still alive,

I deserve to be played!

I am in turn to say hey, go away,
you little brother,

stayin' for a long time and then bein' like...mine!

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