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Smog watch him walk like penguin up to parapet
Tumble weed retreat like "nah this set look very sketch"
Fairies fled, quote unquote "fetchin missing wands"
God rock Cinder Block 11s up in viscid sludge
Twiddled thumbs and fungus ridden riddles grab a beer
Sniff the dust, it's on some is this even anywhere
Axioms of chasmic blear, saturate the atmosphere
Even Foot & Thomson's trolley abdicated passin here
Hampered its gears, mimes couldn't mimic
Not an 8th of blankness laden through the fibers of the village
No folk afford the orchestra, it make time for a visit
Loopin "Going Down Slow"... H minor diminished
It's hazed frat pledges without the prize of social capital
Light at the tunnels home, thunderbolt to plasma globe
Town shroud got psithurisms howlin' like a haunted owl
Your optimum doctor will not eradicate macabre
Clouds
The village frightened anthropologists and silenced those with common sense
A smorgasbord of objects sent to watch the glitch had lost their signals
The smog concealing them inside a riddle
So walking in to jot some observations was a doctor known as Sybil
Brash and brilliant, an academic furious with
Periodicals featuring her thoughtless foes
She hopped onto the nearest ferry headed to the rocky zone
Expecting an extraction of the truth to bring the Nobel home
The village gnawed inside of Sybil's bones
Deserted huts, infertile buds beside the whittled roads
That once had served to induce life
Now were nourishing the recluse crows
And soon the days consist of Sybil
Scribbling a sputtered prose
Stacks of smothered journals home
To efforts born of simple hubris, prolific yet aloof and
When the rescue teams had found her notebooks in the ruins
A penniless but crude raccoon was chewing through confused glibs