You’re out of nowhere
I kid you not.
I’m into anywhere
and you seem bot.
Off go my jollies
I’m simply out of luck.
My body full of follies
my soul Daffy Duck.
Half-exposed by our latest paper
I turn to the last page sooner than later.
Sit responsibly. Gripe. Give credit when I’d rather
open my eyes to the red white but am bluer.