Things were brewing,
brewing like storm,
and we had been unsettled for quite some time,
is this why they called them settlers,
what with the dysentery,
and the gangrene,
and the claim for squatters' rights,
but is not all of this hot air for hot air's sake,
until the balloon goes up in flames,
and it would be unprofessional for me to tell them to shut the fuck up,
because then I would be angry,
a tyrant, no less,
and for what,
so everyone could reside with their neck,
and then their head,
in the clouds,
to stay above and away from the hot, hot, air,
and then,
maybe then,
we could get down to the brass taxes of pollution
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