A bearded farce
the ringleader
puts his best foot forward
for the motherlode.
You don't even know
her favorite tree.
Can you feel
me nipping at your heels?
How do you change
your signature?
No dog to save
the bone for
with the elephants
in the room.
It's a low-speed chase
so lawyer up.
That hand on my back
at two in the morning's
the only thanks
I'll ever need.
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