Point on point

How were linked through muon waves,

as the holy spirit gets down and prays.

Were taken to the cleaners now,

to breathe the heat and spread our woes.


Interconnections maintain their own,

as our tools are grown grown grown.

We cant resist, its not a bore.

Yet we autowrite to fill our chore.


Content creations all we do,

sprout our being into the zoo.

Knowing what is joined a must,

For the rug pulling will surely disgust.


Loyalty harmony and mother Grace,

needs an outlet, lest bare our face.

Eating humble pie gets old,

recharge at night, that where we’re bold.





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