Juice Tokens heaved to the pond
And the guy in scrubs up to his knee in broom spit
Grumbles some more and more snakes
Ooze into the T.V. memory
Indie! I am the monarch of the sea
The level of the grand pincer groomed
Even to steam up anyone on the block
Headed to shower and easy street
Catch these in the net, abandon.
They slip right next time through
All them gosh its great to yous
Hearty chunks in the wire, phoning
Next season, I promise, we get
A little throw you out, squeezed pulp genius.
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