Call Hazmat,
Call Hazmat!
I just swallowed my neighbor’s spit.
Didn’t know a thing, we
neither did love, we.

I’m glowing from that and
cut through like electric insanity,
passed cornfields, amidst this.
I say evade that atom bomb!

Catch advice like spores.
Gather collect and give.
She acts now like
petrified wood.

Says it’s sorrows,
so she calls-
and I say back,
Madame, Madame!
Call Hazmat!

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