Fatuous

Go on say it you're unhappy with my

Green
and orange hair

You hide round
corners

Whilst in company

To oppose
my inane air

Eccentrically
confronted

I heard you on the
phone

Do my naked jaunts

To Tesco
so offend

I grasp a disapproving
tone

I walk backwards with
intent

So it's a shock when I
arrive

I push my mural'ed
Beetle

Cause wearing goggles

Clouds
the drive

I have a caged
banana

Because the melons

Wouldn't
fly

Avacardos chime at midnight

And
lemons have a tendency to die

What's so
unusual

About the freezer

They're a
standard household good

It's walking's mere
precaution

Least we've never had a
flood

Seven years and suddenly I'm
a

Biscuit less a box

You stand
there

Dripping intimation

In your
superhero socks

You rise at five to do a
job

That's driving you insane

Walk
seven miles

Across a lawn-mowed
field

To hit a small projectile in the
rain

Come home to watch a lighted
box

Where men chase

Yet another
speckled sphere

Just watch where you aim
fatuous

We're all a little odd my
dear

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