garbage cans and fire hydrants....
when i was a boy.....
i wanted to write poetry.....
but i had never seen any....
red roses or blue violets....
and garbage cans and fire hydrants.....
were kinda lackin' in rhythm....
but then i thought....
i can use them in prose....
and be relevant....
but i wanted to rhyme....
now...
as a man....
i find that ultra linguistic....
super vocabulary me....
can do both.....
and so i wrote....
garbage cans and fire hydrants....
which goes....
i wish that all your goddamn plans
and rules about our cans and can'ts
could be dumped into garbage cans
and washed away by fire hydrants......
i wanted to write poetry.....
but i had never seen any....
red roses or blue violets....
and garbage cans and fire hydrants.....
were kinda lackin' in rhythm....
but then i thought....
i can use them in prose....
and be relevant....
but i wanted to rhyme....
now...
as a man....
i find that ultra linguistic....
super vocabulary me....
can do both.....
and so i wrote....
garbage cans and fire hydrants....
which goes....
i wish that all your goddamn plans
and rules about our cans and can'ts
could be dumped into garbage cans
and washed away by fire hydrants......
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