sing fear, sing.

Inner perplexion,

hotwire my phobia,

place it on pins and needles,

elevated above 500 staring eyes,

dissecting innards.

Leave me hog tied

a sorry joke,

caught in buffoonery,

While I bellow

8 trembling stanzas,

17 sour notes,

one crasing song

That went on 3:54 seconds too long.

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