"I make tubes in my garage," This is what I tell my friends, And for it I should make amends, For it is an odd thing to say. But once it was a solemn truth, And if you wish for solid proof, Then I will take you to the tubes. In pursuit of extra cash, Tubes are things I used to make; To make the tubes was a mistake. Long upon those tubes I toiled, And yet my standards were not met. Much like this poem here They came out wrong. Perhaps I'll take up tubes again, But for now the plan has changed, A fresh idea, yet still deranged. Poems will achieve my wealth, They won't fail me as tubes did, Unlike the tubes they won't be hid. And when my poems prove to fail When this new plan should derail, Then the tubes I must bring back: Tubes and poems you won't lack.
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This is a nightmare.