Jam jam jam

Jam oh jam, how far from terrific,

If you're not the type to be slabbed on a piece of pancake,

You make life rot away like an incurable epidemic,

And certainly caused many legs with many aches,

And let's not forget the grumbling stomachs,

The sea of red lights which is a view so scenic,

The problem is that the view becomes so static,

That you make me wish that I was a wizard who can fly away with a broomstick,

But all is not loss if I'm able to chat with a spirited and cute chick,

So I do count my blessings, but all this writing is making me carsick.
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