Leave Ear
by Mark Burney

I've done what I've done
In defiance of science
I've clubbed the procreator
with each generic appliance

I have seen my twisted generation
Through crooked, inverted eyes
I've watched them drink some Loose Tea
with accents and surreal disguise

Wrinkled prune wails from above
creaking floorboards raising fear
What's the smell from down below
There's no reason to leave ear

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