In a house of cards,
we'll play the birds.
We become dope
And less nerds.
In fame we rise
And set in an apprais.
Around the globe,
Our intentions will probe.
Souls will hope,
For that is our job.
Ears will pop,
And the music will drop.
The eyes will scope,
And spot the microbe.
The decry will stop,
And wonder will envelope.
Mystery will slope
And in fame we will cope.
A gentleman will crawl,
In the headline of Laurel.
©diabetic
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