Once, I wrote a song. That song was clear and concise. I never recorded said song, so I'm not sure calling it a song would be wise. I mean, what is a song? Is it a metaphor for the scheming I'll give to this written to pretend it has meaning? A song can be a bird. Which can be a middle finger. A middle finger can be a prong, or a substitution for a wiener. That's neither here, nor there. So where is it? Does it have no place to find relevance? I just blither and blather. You'll find no intelligence, but you'll lap it up, so long as I say it with eloquence. Not to lend that label to this crap, this is just me sitting at a table to chit chat. It's painful I'm this drab.
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