Decipher the fuse
Blow the box
I’ve got the hand
Put twelve in
Round twelve sin
Turn around the pan
Five bagels and a muffin short
Breakfast won’t come, abort
Over and out son of sam I’ve got you on short
Five radio signals and thirteen degrees
A wheelie and an ollie to be free
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Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture.
Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.
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