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As I lay here writing, In my mind, thoughts are fighting. Conflict of intrest, conflict of morals. Thinking the worst of the situation. This is a full scale invasion, Into the depths of my mind. I wonder what you will find? A monkey chewing on a rind? A species of a different kind? A spool of thread in a bind? Will I get it to unwind? The answer my friend, Is blowing in the wind. Myself I will defend, To my friends I will tend, Money that I do not have, I will spend, Maybe I will start a new trend, My heart, I will mend, On what can I depend? Email is what I can send, For the man, I will not bend! Terrible and horrific is what I have done. Where can I now run? I will not be walking on the sun, I can not yet bench press a ton, This is not at all fun, They will not let me become a nun, What, exactly, is a pun? Set your fasers on stun! Here. Shut up and eat this sticky bun! |