it’s been already played as bestowed,

by the idiot inside who couldn’t be told.

then decided to hit the cheats,

now flying with some sheets,

and the undies are all on show.

cover that face,

no-one dares to grace,

the elephant in the corner of the room.

sometimes invisible,

looks like a miracle,

just hiding like everyone else.

in the middle of the night,

legs are running in flight,

as the tail is exposing its help.

whizz round the world,

being bolder and blurred,

and so much easier on the nerves.

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sometimes play it in god mode