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THOUGHT OUR FILM WOULD SAY IT ALL
And then some scumbag wanted money for the footage
Of my friend. Well, HIS friend, as a fact
Was a ponderer’s poet, while he cannot
Think. Well, he IS thinking
Of himself, bobbing down a perfect sea
Storm loosened from the surface
Of our lens. Guess which had a brain
Injury and you’d guess wrong. Say CHEESE
Bitch! Or that’s what HE did at any rate
Offered. Not even poets deserve riches.
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