White

one oh three
two oh four
five oh five
there is a napkin right in front of me/
standing on it's tippy toes
taunting/
it's white you know
very bright white
I have to keep my people close for now
because whatever it is that this napkin threatens me with
it's going to be much bigger than me
one oh three
two oh four
five oh five

The End

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