Lunch

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Please
let me get my robe
and we’ll
look at this
turning floating globe
do me a favor
and
crook a bite
because
I am faint
and
aint gonna munch
any of my lunch


You will smite
clucky
Kentucky
and then
we will inquire
to trash
our attire
so we can lap up
the atlantics
blue antics
then run against without consent
to franticly devour
chinas looming power


Here together
we shall huff and puff
for we have eaten
more than
enough
so perhaps tomorrow
we can blow over Moscow
and forget the scraps
well ditch
the maps
and leave the earth
because
it isnt worth


As a single bozo
with our
tummies in tow
this humble klutz will spill his guts
I will share with you
the stars
and
maybe later
we can even eat mars
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