ode to uniform studio.

Alternatively titled, “Why I Never Became a Poet.”

Uniform, oh uniform.
I love you like a unicorn.
You love me like a unicorn?
Yes, that’s an awful lot.

But uniform, oh uniform.
I’m missing your new uniform(s).
When will you have a uniform…
For me to buy the lot?

Yes uniform, oh uniform.
I love you more than you love corn.
You love me more than I love corn?
Is that an awful lot?

Oh uniform, my uniform.
Please make me my own uniform.
I’d like to buy a uniform.
From you an awful lot.

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