Golden Pendulum
The golden pendulum swung. In my ear drum. Dunn Dun Dun Dunn. Ugh, I hear dumb. Got my mind, um, up motion slumps. So odd how locomotion adrenalin comes. Gentlemen I'm trembling. Ibuprofen then ? Numbs my whole endorphins some. In ocean of neurons swimming fuct. Now time is frozen. Oh look; there goes a bottle-nosed dolphin, sunk. Pumped full of bone-marrow lead. Meddling. Peddling. E.T. phone home. When ? I begging. Unsettling on the bottom of an insomniac bed. A maniac, I Drive my inner man to the Adirondacks with a picnic basket. Contemplate dinner and put lipstick on this chick who's plastic. Close my eyes and gallop back when the pendulum swung. An acid Dunn Dun Dun Dunn. I can't feel my tongue. It's the golden pendulum kettledrum and I'm not welcomed in.
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What is public must be legit, fit for average consumption, don't forget. What is private is handled by pirates, prying loose profits from prosthetics. To tell the difference between: first remain unseen with a steady breath and hope, then listen to the cracks in the wall with a stethoscope.
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