I want 

to build a colony  

run by rabbits descended from the Flemish, 


I dream of succeeding 

in the field of  

chemical manufacturing, 


I want to ride a nuke  

Like a duke 

Riding a horse that is ready to puke, 


I hope 

I don’t  

End up a dope.


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