Absen ti-a
How sleepy are our waters.
How lonely are our waiters.
How smelly are our chimps.

Absen ti-a
The carpets blow our tires.
The lepers leap like lemurs.
The scrota swings and crimps.

When the present give their all
And the standards start to fall
No one ever slows their gait to issue praise.

In Absen ti-a,
Precious Absen ti-a.
For people that are there
Can hardly even care.
They’re actually elsewhere.

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