Listen up fame players
Entertainment gone wacko
I sit in my room with you
It is play you seek
Undercover lovers
They were
Playing with each other
Seeking hard sometimes
Breaking tables with turns
Followed by chickens
And the Chicken
Very yellow
And power driven
We played spades nightward
Messy like melted cheese
Life is but a waking dreams
With chest of love
All over me.
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