I fancied myself a poet today
And lo
I Took a yard
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
And for that I pedal New York City
I ate raisins at Columbus Circle
I thought about the military
Oh, I cannot lie
Upon moving the chain caught my pant-leg
I know
I know
I can be a bit ruddy
Thoughts were infinite varied repeating
I think I was almost happy
No sex
my wounds were opened
Blood-in-shitinand-vast-whale-but-drumming
Oh, i cannot lie
Through public hallways, a memory amused me
Once I slipped on a banana peel
Lords' honest truth
Jolie was there
How marvelous self-amusement
Then, later by the water
tired, I reflected upon the splendid day just had
I cannot lie
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards
I'm always seeing ambulance backwards

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