the girl of my dreams
would let me sleep
instead of waking me up to the sounds of the lions
of the sahara growling and clawing
with fast and strong swiping arms
and their sick evil green eyes
and their hoarding of all the laughing
hyena carcasses rotting and
stinking dinners
to the girl who hates the sounds
that emanate heavenly and flawlessly and purely from the angelic strings
of violins
i can only say
i don't ever intend to miss you
i have climbed to the rooftop across
from where you work
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You are a riot.
A riot act I would even venture
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