Taking over the world covertly.
Is my plan.
I will go to a hotel room.
Find a beautiful, **** woman.
Who takes me to her room.
And I disappear (in the morning).
They will eventually find what remains there are left of me.
Centuries later….
Via DNA and a bit of luck.
My remains floated down the Mississippi,
And into the Gulf of Beans
Sorry about that Hermanos y Harmanss.
I will spread
Over years and get into the Vorld’s vater supply.
Then, they will pay……
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