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You Jazz cat,with your crazy scansion, Daddio,

Let’s blow open the doors of Perception,

Throw a bone of contention to the dogs of war,

And trip the light fantastic,

In E Minor.

Let’s follow the sun to its grave,

At the other end of the world,

Open the door for yesterday,

And then play the national anthem

On a Kazoo

In F Major.

The Moon sings like a Kettle,

The Snitch sings like a canary,

We will pay for our pride,

And the fall comes for free.

Let’s be territorial about our desks,

Get excited about the croutons in our salad,

Paint our names on the stapler,

And curse the difference between real life,

And the scripture of the eternal Saturday night.

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Ben Macnair is an award-winning poet and playwright from Staffordshire in the United Kingdom. Follow him on Twitter @ benmacnair