Moreover, they’d like to have
at least an important committee.
Whispers should plainly open up.
Next, a tax on everything.

Does that make sense?
It’s when your father was formed.
There’s the weather and all those dogs or something.
Space could only hurt him
or agree with him.

Moving on, to western Coney Island,
sprawling temperatures suggest
we apologize for any inconvenience.

Or you could chew on it another time.