March 6, 2017


Projector Projector
We all know you really make the nectar
Not the bees
Or the leaves
But you projector projector

The flower grew in jealously
until they got addicted helplessly
So they kept telling the lye breathlessly
They were so down in the lie they could suffer the death penalty

Heavily they told the truth
And it was like pulling out their back tooth
But the truth came like rain in Maine

And that's how the projector came

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