Last of the Ruminants

[A Virus Conspires]

Last of the Ruminants

Sucker punch from phrenology
I'll remember what they did to me
Melodrama in its infancy

I'm sure it's hyperbole now
Herd of the night!
And violence of the mind

Regression I feel
But I'm just as sure
That it hurt at the time

Amongst a myriad of livestock
Self-assured and right
Thinking that they're fine

The only conclusion I could muster
Is that they're trite
And that I wasted my time

Cows!
And disaster.
I'm absolved to manufacture.

[wither-I]

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