To Poet Destroyer
Hey, ms tallywoman, tall me bananas
I'm so split mit vanilla and chocolate
And riven with grief.
I promise to play nices
And disable my vices.
I know hoo yoo are - you're Lola the showgirl
Banging and banging out rhythms and rhymes
At the Copa, Copa Cabaaananas (in Cuba)
The best gesture of my brain is less than the tilde in all your mananas.
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