It goes without going
It says without saying
It means many things
Like I’ve had enough
Or stop
Or start
It’s a kind of art
It is, it’s on, it’s off
The chart
I can bring it on a tray
It’s how I feel when I’ve too much to say
But can’t
Sometimes I feel I’m going to
But it’s the thinnest membrane
It’s always after something gives out
It never really gives in
It’s an excess of nothing
And something to begin
So don’t put your hip out
Or you’ll need to shout
Weasels do it
Pringles do it
Even the blisters
Of measles and shingles do it
Let's do it
Let's go......?..........apart
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