sycophants arent



elephants, rooms that prance


to tramp on toes & skip rom-
ance, in bourge, or france, where, eating porridge, they gorge themselves on applecores until they see a line of ants, sans pants, & dance a -way, so, people say, @ once, & tell them- selves(,) they need to pay a fee, to see the slew of chorus girls, in line, who pine away, on xmas day, to strip & trip the light, fantastic, there, & tend to wear arrays of clothes & each, in order, just, to reach the beech, they latch on, like a seething leech


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