IN THE INTERMITTENT MUDDLE
I can hardly hold this cup, filled with coffee,
and you want me to be Jim Steinman? Let me
hold back a laugh and a giggle for you. I am
snake-oil. You are salesman, Al. But, in regards
to your interest I'll take a stab. In another world
I'm I'm a famous loser already. My records in
the cosmic skies are broken everyday. I know
the sunrise happens, even before it does.
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