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Let us sit then, you and Iwhile private planes pepper the purple skyour manicured lawna bit rough in the edgeswhere birds sit at dawnto hide in the hedges We sit in wonder, we sit in awewe have a villa, we live in Vaud And there are edge trimmers and leafblowersand…

Sin of self-love possesses all their musclesand all their minds, and all their tiny soulsThey prance and dance, speedo sprouts from Brusselssideglancing my nonsurfing butt. Assholes. They think no biceps is bigger than theirsNo sixpack more squarejawed or sixpackyAs they wave their surfboards and sunbleached hairsto a chorus of girlfriends…

Twas the first days of quarantineRain could be heard and snow could be seenThe dog stayed insideTrying to hideAnd my true love, my bestestWhispered: have you booked a test yet? Nyet, quoth I. Twas the second day of quarantineThe dog could be heard, but not be seenThe weather was hellishBut…