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What I Work On Instead Of Sleeping

Our fodder, you are tin(sel) heaven
Hollywood be thy name.
Thy King Kong come
Thy reel be done
Unerred, as is VanHalen.
Give us this day
Our aching head
And forgive us our deads
As we forgive our deaders.
Lead us not into sensation
But deliver us from sequels
For thine is the kin-dom
And the pairs
And the gory forever.