When I drop jelly,
On the floor,
Why does it land upside-down,
Like a toaster?
And when a woman says,
We need to talk,
Why do I always run for cover?
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Speculative, metaphysical, comedy and satirical poetry by Suki Spangles. Now officially the world's first post-rock poet.
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