Tick tock, the clock drops down down down down
pardon yr handshake, mindful of sound
take a crap on yr countertop
oh shit, ah fuck...
Pish posh, yr beeline is livid livid, vivid livid
he she me be, spoken unison
how dare we poke such honest fun
how dare you poke it at me
"i do not like green eggs and ham, i do not like them, sam i am."
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