Please Use This Poem

Locked outside on the roof again?
Never fear.
This poem is your old Swiss army knife
You got from your sad pappy when you were fifteen,
The one you lost on the F train.
Broke your umbrella out in the rain?
Lucky you.
This poem makes you laugh about
Soaking your cracked clock,
Ruining your crazy hat getup.

This poem has magic power.
Use it for good.
You don’t have to ask me.

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