While the rain is in town for a convention Pounding the nonstick surfaces Of the stovetop skyline, The weather service warned those living in the riverbed To seek higher ground. Sanitation crews spread tweets. All great cities have two or more Four Seasons, And in the rising tide of curbside check-in She didn’t even try stepping out of the limo, She just fell out. Then: Brainbuster Replay: She fell down again tryna stand up. But it made me actually wonder. Do you have any idea how much solitude costs these days? What it takes to afford to be alone? Plus tax? I would never have dreamt. And she could be concussed for all we know. Vacationing in the psychotropics like that.
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