Supremely indifferent I reside
To worldly concerns and homo sap pride.
I am the empress of all I survey.
My TV is silent. This is my day.
I commune with my Muse; she lures me along,
Singing her incessant sirenly song
"Create your own universe! Fly worry free!
Leave troubles behind! You're safe with me!"
She's lying, of course! How can I control
The geysers of passion that gush from my soul?
RIght words elude me, grammar's a mess,
I'll soon have a headache from all this stress.
Why, oh why, did I get out of bed?
I think I'll assemble a puzzle instead.
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ZANYVERSE
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