Dugong Poem

They verified your atoms were on several continents;
returned items often end up donated to the third world.
When you’re halfway through the door,
I figure out how you can turn fake stocks into cash.
The shower grew mold in seven seconds
just as you rolled out the “gay-looking” insulation
for the exposed parts of the freezing attic.

People throw cans at me,
so I copy that story you always tell about the tent.
Since you’re into entrapment,
the beach is trashy and rentable,
and the dugongs do meth (but only once).

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