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of late was spent a little time
reclining in a cushioned boat
scenes were fluffy, picturesque
a tube of flowers near my desk

and so i chewed, steadily without purpose
sodden cake filled my throat effortlessly,
drenched in honey, pickled in perpetuation

greedily and without looking at the watch i've never worn
it went down dreadfully well, yum yum.
and lo! i was sick.
with a flick of the wrist it all came tumbling down into my lap
but that was alright, because my trousers needed a wash.

and then i picked up one layer of pointlessness
that might otherwise be stored in my cold, box shaped heart
and stuffed it smartly in the been and gone.
i could set it aflame, but i can't stand the fumes.