constant goodies keeps my
balance always first concern
comfort regular habits meet
expectation rhythmic orbits
dislike bumps or omissions
so I hardly dare move lest
the beat falter cream runs
out I forget key ingredient
the cake doesn't rise party
ruined careful don't trip in
fact none of that happens
I'm just riffing on my own
elaborate self-indulgences
striking higher harmonies
now while we're still alive
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