If your not familiar with Surreal type poetry here is a little example:
Faithful to the feeling of General Motors consecrating
The United States with burning sulfur I expect
That your Mom might find it interesting that
Chameleons do not sleep in the sun.
But if they did Mythraic Priests
Would be enthused to find
Chameleons to serve with their brutish
Toothpaste. Quite succinctly I recall envisioning
This in a moment of bored expectation
Wherein the synchronicity of balloons
Popping became fully aware to me and
I had the self-realization that autonomy
Is less tubular than I had previously thought.
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