Last of the Ruminants
Sucker punch from phrenology
I'll remember what they did to me
Melodrama in its infancy
I'm sure it's hyperbole now
Herd of the night!
And violence of the mind
Regression I feel
But I'm just as sure
That it hurt at the time
Amongst a myriad of livestock
Self-assured and right
Thinking that they're fine
The only conclusion I could muster
Is that they're trite
And that I wasted my time
Cows!
And disaster.
I'm absolved to manufacture.
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