Through this hoop,

I see the past.

You know the scoop,

with your jaw of glass.


Its rather humorous looking back,

ducking and dodging.

Still can kiss the back of my rack,

imbecile words im dislodging.


Now in the future your Popeye,

where's Olive in your pasta oil.

To this I say ay yay

your truth is now spoiled.



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