My Eyes why do you decieve me?
They are real.
They are among us.
They are...
They are real.
They are among us.
They are...
Im talking of course about those Essential Workers- The Amazonians.
& for them on this day
i have written a poem
e n j o y
Terror ways a ton.
Onto + with the future
Ways, we become one
Under weight, of
Unity, a scourge is
Born. Throwing
Punches at the air;
Hopscotch, if you
Dare. I hope you
Don't, though, for
Jeff is horny.
He is horny for the
Future death. And
His stomach is
Growling.
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