A hundred monkeys,
resolute,
with typewriters constitute,
an ability to type
a prostitute constitution,
to replace the institution
that seems quite fond
of looking across the pond
with green eyed hope
rollicking jalopy
crapping
knackered
catterwailer,
grabbing oil
on foreign soil,
great sins planned in Sinbad's land,
even the sand would be sold
to keep out the cold
for the sake
of closed proposals
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