Big Toe Tap

I'm so tall my head is clouded,

My voice at its softest is mega-phone touted

Breathing the sky's mist,

I see the usual, familiar flown, plain gist

Mechanically soaring like planes,

Meant to land in lanes

Before they even take off

That's why I just displaced a lake off

The map

With a big toe tap.

The End

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