gobbledygook is nonsense it's a hodgepodge of words as perplexing as picturing a third of a third of a small irrational number you heard at the bar shortly after you finished your tenth beer
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you continue to hear math when you step out of the shower you showered in
redundancy's empowering when done on purpose
maybe not really, but i have the power to do it
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i always wash off after work, but my job is seasonal, so i haven't showered yet
i'm short, and people tower over me
i'm pretty sure the smell drifts up
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i'm almost certain that even chaos has a source there must be a reason why it takes the course
the truth is there, but it's hidden behind many red herrings that you can't see through
nonsense might convey more than careful thinking, but everything's confusing, so i give up
it's all gobbledygook
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This poem might mean a lot to me, but detachment is the method to my madness; I wander in reverie until I fall back on my feet. Ridiculousness is lost to me. Reluctantly, I start to make sense. I can't stay focused on what does not exist.