snot's lyrics are weird, the lines get shorter and shorter, as if the lyrics are self-destructive.

crazy from the mammals running to and to and fro
squinting from the sounds of the fast closing murder of crows
I eat from my picnic basket of things and fruit
and grow huge riddles in the back of my suit
elevators full of cans of tuna
move me to croon-a
song oblong
it's not too long
we'll catch the repeat on the electric bong
but it's not on
mutant hairies pollute the Andes and create the dirtiest panties
with dried cowskin and skill. Where's the inimitable style of candy.
it makes me hyper and unwilled.

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I think I'm slowly descending into hack-ness, those aren't lines from a snot song. Meeks, use it for the pirate-131x poem.