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.