/                can't stop exasperating
   (when noun comes
                to the altar of verbs)
the point of
camila cabello's song...
white boy can't keep
rhythm... namely
   white boy has not concept
of arithemtic?
white b'oh can't count?
     ticklah's song
                       hí sencho palanté...
you'd almost think
    ted berrigan:
   was your casual americana
                     abraham;
can't but not send a daft giggle
into the night, unison with
moon, and stars...
         and whatever occupies
the interests of moths.