When you’re placed
On the top
It’s a
L o n g
fall to the ground
The plunge
Is a
D
R
O
P
With a splat!
That goes all over the place
Leaves a mess
That no one
Ever wants to
Clean-up
Not ever—
So don’t place me
On your pedestal
I don’t fit
The seats too
small
Anyhow
the
drop
Is too far of a plummet
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