The thought of breakfast,
Eggs and green tea, and this music:
Overtones of tin in mouthfulls
Hot and fully clothed, while day
Inflates like a balloon,
And the baboons,
For purely formal reasons,
Croon. How far can I carry crime?
– I think, and squeeze a lime
Into my drink.
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