Yet both must be typed or the chaos never ends Colonel is next with its military grace Yet spelling it feels like a slap in the face It sounds like a popcorn, it's spelled like a maze I stare at the word in a foggy-eyed daze Bureaucracy struts with a tie and a frown Each letter determined to slow my hands down So many vowels in random arrangement It feels like a puzzle more fit for containment Liaison arrives with elegance loud But types like a storm in a thundercloud

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