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*Spots paper referendum on the purpose of being Woke*

The protester was lying naked on six crates of Styrofoam, “No! Noo!”

It was a puffy lesson on the purpose of being Woke.

Nodes tee off on the reporter and the Wonder Bread

factory that closed down during the grunge, never to reopen.

Near Beth Sinai Medical Center, six known pornographers

said F it and argued that the denuded respirators could be resold.

Gnats on a gin ocean were on toggle, bobbing out to a tributary.

Where an old-timey singer drowned by accident, no suicide in sight.

He did a rendition of “Happy Birthday” that was half Goth

and gone in the moonlight under the door; he was incorrigible

at best but died too young to confirm it with the vector played out

to the bend where the unexpected rice fields come into view.

They’re still there, so don’t worry about missing his career.

They’re fixing all the pot holes this week, at night,

just like Howard Stern would have it: earplugs and all

the grease-less chicken you can eat for every huddled mass and midget

in the purple valley or candy-colored morning outside of a retail museum.