Fake Moon Poem

Another damn monolith on a fake moon; it’s too soon.
They don’t think good.
I’m not into accuracy, but I love a good congruency.
They burn lighter fluid, no wood.

Get their license plate and VIN.
They definitely have a Guinness world record or two.

He said, “makin’ it” like there was a disco beat faking
its way into the TV no one was watching.
An abandoned baby was found at an Apple store.
Let’s declare ourselves celibate while it’s still shocking.

Make sure the traffic camera has backup batteries.
Get a good deal.

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