i cry (crocodile) tears,
crawling
above everybody
to find you, holding on
with
teeth
(mad as a march hare)
and you go on,
oblivious,
turning stripes like zebras
on
this buffalo chapstick love,
you,
oh,
the zoo (of it all).
it's you
who
creeps beside me
as
i run...
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