I am post cliff
on the treble clef
I am amused, bespoke
bereft
I ran out of letters
So it's plan whatever
I can't take ten more years
I better get it together
walk with me baby
and talk me down
I got a mean desire
to blow up this town
with wild talk
and cliff shenanigans
I thought we were past
all that you hooligans
give it to me straight doc
will I ever reach the def triff
Will there be a warning
as comes the next cliff
and post cliff
anything but a splat
leaving me to fit
nicely in my own hat
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