I drink round at the lid
As September peeks a weary eye
At my indecency barely hid
You buy my tie
I guess it makes me look so formal
If the hedgehog hatched his shadow
A business tie wouldn't hurt
Until I met my maker
He's a solemn maker
With honey melon eyes
From all the chaos
That churns to a satisfactory pulse
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