Wrinkling of thinking
is like a uplink of a blink
this is not even a wink
since you are stinting
whatever comes in cynk
and to surely interlink
the random clinking
alit, you double think
the political stink
this calamity shrinking
is not adverse to a kink
of a needed shrink
burying me in drinking
With an apology to Madeline L'Engle
for lending the almost title
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