No Help for That

There is a poem under your seat right now
take a look

that incessant beep,
ignore that
you’ll be done before it stops

Well, hopefully—
have you found it yet?

If you’re still around when it beeps again

Ok, let’s try this again:
There’s a poem under your seat
take a peek

Look, if you can’t find the poem I can’t help you.

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