The crepitant sounds
Of frozen plastic pounds,
Veggies or pancake rounds
Asmr feeling
Better than any peeling
Chopping or pureeing
In a blender whirring,
Circling too fast too loud
Like a tinnitus cloud
No better than chat crowds
You find in chatrooms
Like circles of mushrooms
Three ring circus of rooms,
Lack nothing short of love
But anything else goes above
Flitting to rooms like doves
Hitting inbox in droves,
What else is there but to rave
Talk of yourself so brave
Taking on friendship waves,
Or back to asmr.

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