drowning on in our themmming themmms
(uroborous dancing then nowing when) 

then nowing on in when
marching out of our primordial womb
themmming mo’ themmms
just like all the other themmms
coveting themmm themmms
who more forcefully cowarding
other themmms just like themmm
by militarily ignoring oracular warnings
of dangerous proverbial sins pouring forth
and propagating more themmms
who’re being just like themmm

and we’re still just running here scared
addictionationing and desperationing clones
celebrating our well honed fatal-cidal whims
moulding and infectuously enthralling us all
with confusing abusing algorithming refrains
mesmerizing in slow low mo’ mo’ hump’n OMs
wallowing in the coffling perverse-nationing
of hypnotic synthesizing drummm tones
and we keeping on going on around
and coming right on right on around
‘cause we’re going on going on
suckling on the slithering tail of our tales

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