I WANT TO BE ON MY WAY
I'm on my way to your toga party
wearing only a plastic sack and
falling asleep already as I try to
act. No good. Everything hazy.
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No more memories at all.
Goad me to surrender; yes,
I can give it up. Why elicit
surprise when there's now
no surprise to be had. The
land is tired and beaten, and
I am supine upon the ground.
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