No matter if it’s good, or whether it’s bad, we're doomed to do his bidding, he has an ocean of reason, just waiting, for you to dance just the same, if he wishes to change it up, the tune will vibrate, according to his will, the frequency will alleviate, the world will change, or around the corner, there could be hell, it’s a matter of mood, for the heavens above, are they horny, or has the work been good, will they be forgiving, for all the wasted food, I thought magic was in the air, I thought the faeries liked it that way, but it could have been selfishness, I always thought I was clean, that my work was good, just motivation, to sing along to the tune, so much knowledge and wisdom, what does it come to, it doesn’t really matter what drove it, what your boss cares about, is that you have a job to do, maybe I’m a good poet, and it’s what I’m meant to do, but damn, I feel so dirty, who knew, all the dirty things a virgin could do, Johnson and Johnson’s baby shampoo, is it bleeding, baby, no more tears, do it like I tell you to, man, I have so many daddy issues, alas, like any little girl, pink skirt, and stinky salmon, I’ll do what I have to do.

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