A meaningful conversation
Subdued the huge Toys “R” Us question mark
Standing sun-bleached and sprinkler-dirtied
In our flowerbed
On the patio
Explode your fanny pack,
A clinking most dangerous
The Mysterious:
Its neglect of personal care,
Out of bed-crazed
But sweet, Victorian GPS – it sounds when guiding us
Like singing in the shower.
For it sounds like a wet navel,
Burbling
Pinching bubblewrap its circuitry
Reacts like amoeba androids' collective face-
spasm
Greasy on the fingers of the mind
Of the Lost Stomach:
It cannibalizes Muppets
When nauseous the stomach wears
its plush murder jacket
Crowds make each individual of which it
consists nauseous
Accessibility of the sun's black glow
Like their innermost secret's door:
Toasters both hairy and hairless beneath the cognitive paper parachute
Man, shoppers make me miserable
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