In vain the brain thinks far too far ahead
It scries in laziness a mortal sin
It plays the man and not the ball ill bred
It craves erotic solace close to kin
It seeks then spurns a simple strangers grin
It hoards their hate quite stoic throws hissy fit
It finds friend foe in feel just hard to pin
It mines a morbid vein in comic skit
It shrinks till walnut size think crocodile
Thats low on calories and custom built
It leans on ritual rigid reptile smile
It locks out bogus baggage fear and guilt
You hibernate in winter wake of ice
Your snouts above the water line a slice
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