It’s spooky rhyme but it wasn’t my first 



choice; the machine flunked me — burst 
my thought calculating a stretch space sitting here, smelling of weed. Tho it restored my faith in the bonus shod of prowess, smoking in slacks (touching my two knees behind your back), undressing. Exercises for us commoners become a habit we can’t keep up for more than an hour but the revenge police are baffled, off the advisory team.