Are you going to carry/take coals to Newcastle,
Are you drowning in your own words,
Do you gush, or blush at the thought?
have you had your (fair) share of it,
Is it hyper, hypermarket or hyperbole shit?
Are you being immoderate,
Is your style immoderately dressed?
Does your inessential prose
Go on mile after mile,
Until it dies of an overdose?
Will you play gooseberry,
Or will you play loose
Who has cooked your goose?
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