The walls that had ears were brought down.
The tables that turned, thrown out.
The whispering willows were burnt in wildfire.
The man in the tilted garden knew nothing
of the dancing’s whereabouts.
The sitting ducks shat and fled into the sunset.
Flipping the bird, flying bottom’s up.
And the three monkeys started slapping each other.
Saw stars in daylight,
took a sip from the cup.
ABSINRAW 
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