Everybody’s
pleased with everything today.
There’s
nothing we don’t like.
Our
mitochondria are gladsome at the way
they’re being
fed to feed the spike
of energy our
cells can’t get enough of.
Sexually, oh! -- the thrills
we’ve had through
summoning the stuff of
what
voluptuously spills!
Ice cream’s
been a treat. And thinking
hasn’t swamped
us.
We think we
have death beat. So far it
hasn’t whomped us..
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