Effort 

I went to school one day, followed a rule one day
ended up losing my head
play me some threnodies by the Dead Kennedys
make me mourn music instead

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Seventeen antelopes fried up with cantaloupes
smothered with luminous rum
whingin' and bitchin' while stuck in the kitchen
and Jack's got a hold of his plum

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It means what you find, it has nothing behind
but the front of the page and your eye
you never recite it, you only invite it
to breathe, to be heard and to die