It's kind of a running gag,
like how Kenny always dies
in some sort of
horrible construction paper disaster,
the silly thing that keeps happening
for no apparent reason.
Or some vastly complicated Rube Goldberg machine
but more like Mouse Trap
in that
this farcical, brightly colored atrocity
means nothing in the end.
(no one ever cared about actually catching the mice)
(though I suppose it's never about the end is it?
always about the journey
through the marble maze
and launching the green plastic man into the tub)
This infinite mobius strip
of one-sided affection
This Nascar race of gauche turns
Is circling the drain
and I'm pooped.
I'm tired of this game
I'm the fat kid playing tag,
chasing and chasing
the ones that got away.
I just don't want to get picked last, y'know?
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