encrusted with tiny bits of bacon
a grill with fine patina
where can one find a Radio Shack
and a gallon of Contadina?
a mermaid with a lewd tattoo
a tiger with emphysema
his mask a weave of fine bamboo
his tank, light as a ribbon
a fantasy for moments now
sustained in tight concision
but bound to burst if just allowed
glass bubbles in rapid succession
and soon, I guess, we'll all find out
just who's the smarter villain
who names the tunes to which we dance
in boots that never fit us?
who is the mouse, who is the clown
who gets to speak their visions?
who sleeps when no one is around
who circles their revisions?
a grill with fine patina
where can one find a Radio Shack
and a gallon of Contadina?
a mermaid with a lewd tattoo
a tiger with emphysema
his mask a weave of fine bamboo
his tank, light as a ribbon
a fantasy for moments now
sustained in tight concision
but bound to burst if just allowed
glass bubbles in rapid succession
and soon, I guess, we'll all find out
just who's the smarter villain
who names the tunes to which we dance
in boots that never fit us?
who is the mouse, who is the clown
who gets to speak their visions?
who sleeps when no one is around
who circles their revisions?
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