…In Absentia (XIII) Something, something, dork side…

Days are hazed
Nights are bright
Be amazed
North-western lights

From a woman born, perhaps
Remove it from the menu
Until your innards are collapsed
Or in another venue

Mcnuggets were from their mother’s womb untimely ripped
And consequently, in Almond Joy, sublimely dipped

Pitter-pattern, unphased
Need a light
Forget how it’s phrased
Of course I might

Hit the quorn!
Get down low, I tell you
Over salmon I’m torn
Who am I to sell you

Something, something, dork side
At least forget the pork side
What then might awaken
If you’re not supplied with bacon


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