We know it's a game of guessing whose name, and when and where the x crossed eyes will be next
poor George, poor George! zero chance, negative respect from the hangman's knee
an eternal team of tree hangers, uniformed, hawk-like, leisurely capture any melanin ornament
hawk-like, yet I must admit I felt their cold hippo jaw molars crushing my neck in thousands of pounds per square inch
then as now, chump change, chump change, then as now gotta try anyhow, yes, we must, cameras first in tow, we too can capture now.