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T R S  Oct 2019
T R S Oct 2019
Stumbling blubber-bees have fountains of fat.

I fumbled on ******-knees to make sense of all that.

Pretending I love the oceans of chubbies
is like making a seal out of our patience for blubberies.

Fat floats on our oceans,
we know all of that.

It floats on our oceans,
It floats out at sea.

But if I want a gold metal,
obese is what I can't be.

— The End —