it's obvious you're a gas,
yet so very dense you are.
a fleeing hope to waste away
and breeze through out your ass
an interior motive you applied to my illusions
and unintentional leap into conclusions
and yet I find it quite amusing
that I could play along.
but still I'm at a pause,
I've stumbled on your clause
in a contract you proposed
though I would agree
I cannot speak for me
and so poems will then work for free
and robotic as it would seem
my words come all from dreams
though they don't have heart or soul to pass
it's so obvious they're a gas
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