There once was a man
named Justin
who’d for some time
been accustomed
to scaring his friends
to their wits’ ends
for all the rules
he’d bend.
He told them
don’t worry
I’m not in
a hurry
to soil my ways
with a bury.
You might be displeased
with free spirit disease
but we always arrive there
with cheese.
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