The Irony Engine

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Franklin Bruno - Pop

The Irony Engine

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You kept a death grip on the armrest You slept as I swerved through bumps and dips You leapt at the chance to act alarmist You swept past my face like an eclipse You act like I'm your chum and I can treat you like my little sister But if you cover the sun with your thumb you should expect to get a fever blister And if the air is filled with a sickening hum Don't be upset or overcome Don't worry It's just the irony engine working You rose like a crane to the occasion You froze at the very implication You chose to divert the whole invasion By winking and shrugging and smirking and giving me an awkward seatbelt hug Before you vanished in the chilly autumn I could hear the motor chug Something tearing loose and striking bottom But if you can't quite see how a three-pronged plug Could supervene on the lunar tug Don't worry It's just the irony engine working Yeah don't worry It's just the irony engine working

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  • Franklin Bruno