ABDUCTING MY SOLO
I'm so tired of this treehouse
I just want to roam. I'd like to
get away to another dimension,
where they wear corn flakes for
ties and eat corn-husks with fries.
At the candy counter they sell
licorice candy, and by the lobby
door there's a kiosk for coffee
and cream. I sometimes just
sit and wonder; what does it
mean, and how long can I
stay in this nowhere cafe?
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