On my way in to work

On my way in to work
Only having seen all of you on tv
The last few days
Like a grave
But well behaved

Then there are the biddies
The wet nurses and lettuce wrappers
In a proud moment
Making nothing into less nothing
But then blushing

Looking like our mothers and fathers
We say it in cursive
It sounds like a wet harmonica
Only we brave the finale
But crave a good rally

Making tubes complicated
We like to bring in the scientists
Using words like augmented and dilated
It's really very shallow discussing
But we lay fallow our shortcomings
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8.16.12