SquidSacks - Nude Marathon

Float out of bed
Float through the time
Grab the clock
And remember you forgot
To slip in your teeth
Clothes fit like yesterday
Though I guess
Dragging on the floor
Doesn't quite count
As fitting
Store it in the box
And plan a nude marathon
Or a half marathon
Or a quarter
Or an eighth marathon
Or a sixteenth
Or a thirty-second
Or a sixty-forth
Or a one-twenty-eighth

Written by:
Connor Hunt

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