Polite Fiction

 

For the sake of convenience,
let’s not forget we have one
As I stumble down a primrose path,
be sure to lose me in the garden
For the sake of our guests
and for the sake of our weeds,
this counterfeit ivory
For these would-be poachers,
for their sinkable teeth
As I stumble down a primrose path,
be sure they see me with you
Be sure you lead them to a garden

 

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