Circles and Penguins
Nutbag
Filled with flavors of sane and crazy
Mixed and turned, tossed and tumbled
Like a Mexican orgy after cocaine
only
sipping the cool-aid of handouts by a government lost in a silk purse
and blame it all on those fucking penguins
or
round and round it goes
again...
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