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3d
as i bumble thru the urban jungle, i take a trip
and theres a rumble and i stumble
my humility humbled, left grumbling
is there a holistic explanation for my troubles

"shove it" would be a brute's way to put it
jumble these words til they tumble
into places proper for bourgeoisie
(like me, like me, like me)

how can i say it, its like a monkey in a suit
or a duck in a fishbowl (most fowl)
a lout without a bout of scrumptious attent
i'm a person with respect, i should bow

but my humbled humility won't back down
now i'm in a jumble, i'm in trouble
will i get mugged will i get drugged
so i mutter: "pardon me, sir"
pardon me !
Written by
ms hitt  Agender/USA
(Agender/USA)   
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