The absurdity of luck is being the 13th caller

Winning the last dog at the firehouse,

On the six o’clock news

After a story of a baby left in a dumpster

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Now there is a whipping tail, thrumming happy welts on our faces

Oh, what cosmetic joy!

Our way of stomaching life between capsules

We find things in the spots, cloud gazing on stiff fur

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Pronounced heart shape on the ass

A flopped-eared rabbit under the neck

Whatever dulls the pendulum headache

Of debating the black and the white