Worked into a corner
Standing in line
Counting abstract numbers
While waiting to dry
Try as he might And he might try
To move from idle brush
Jumping tile to tile
With dizzying heights
Distorted vapor room
False insight chamber
Clamber spark boom
Airplane glue a hobby without a child's intent
A moronic model citizen and a 'lil rubber cement
The swimmy things appear
From his eyes they arise
Swimmy things can't be shot
Much to his surprise
But try as he might And he might try
To pick off imaginary satellites
As they pass him by

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