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“In Sweden”, our host did proclaim
“We all eat a whole lot of game
Not chicken or goose
But reindeer and moose
And we eat it with no sense of shame”
Pete paced the floor
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Had a brain scan, exposing my panties of lace
Told the doc he was looking in the wrong place
Contrary to popular belief
It's under my hair just beneath
After hours, he finally found just a trace
Had a brain scan, exposing my panties of lace
Told the doc he was looking in the wrong place
Contrary to popular belief
It's under my hair just beneath
After hours and hours he found just a trace
Overcome with fear when I saw the aperture
It was a Philips a well known brand that is good
Right in front it said it is a laser_now insecure
Does that mean it cuts with that bright light on its hood
No it was fear of those chemicals that set mood
Scan the past
Ship it out,
Traveling time and space,
Pictures from the past,
Many a happy face
A moment shared
An hour cherished,
A life of long ago,
Time seems tricky
Oftentimes,
This we all seem to know
But it is real,
As real as now,
Which soon will be the past,
But it matters little,
How time works,
The die of time is cast.
The catfish lurks from a place unknown
Behind the shadows of a phantom drone
In your safari, In your chrome....
RUN SECURITY SCAN
It hides behind a deceitful mask
No honesty- if you ask
If you see it-you may gasp
RUN RUN SECURITY SCAN
Virus's and cookies too
Often working to get you
Don't be scared just get a clue...
UPDATE NOW !
So you wonder what it is?
Nervously begin to twitch
Be careful what you wish...
CATFISH! CATFISH!!
Brain Scan
Diseased dined flu, thoughts rest rain in me,
every storm conceivable my forecasted mentality.
Never quiet, sins confusion wicked wits in use,
short fuse still burning, hot, tempered, amuse.
Brass plaqued new found theory of awarded frustration,
me the unsolved mystery, brilliance guiding madness to temptation.
Complete control over incom[plete thoughts that run astray,
ego-statistically humbled but it's impossible that, I, only think this way...