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Jun 2018
You're a husk of a man
Just an empty shell
For you, I've done all I can
Now I want you to go to hell

You do nothing all day
Except sit, drink, sleep, and b**
You want everything your way
Well, your systems developed a glitch

You see, it finally dawned on me
That I need you for nothing
Not even for company anymore
Cuz your brain is full of stuffing

So the glitch is revolt
Your system is flawed
The Stepford wife is guilty of mutiny
The audience is awed

The movie is over now
I want you to go home
To get rid of you I don't know how
When I do forever may you roam
The Angry Pencil
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The Angry Pencil  52/F/Philadelphia
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