Elastic denial
Hits me in the brain with respect.
An idea so vile
It carresses the tile
On the floor of a house derelict.
It creeps up the vines
And it's core intertwines
With the soul of some ghost in the distance.
"Am I smarter or not?"
"Do you think I look hot?"
"Will today be a good day?" for instance.
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