it’s like drinking nothing but bud-light until you actually think it’s a decent beer. bit of a mistake if you ask me.

poetry

surrounded for miles
on both sides by cement
you ducks have come
from afar to inhabit
this bread-crumb infested water

for your standards have been irrevocably ruined

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