My flatulence,
A pestilence
My smelly pits
the endless beer shits
useless data reports
banging Asian escorts
I’m a giver
but I need your liver
Charity has its role
as she twirls on the pole
stripper passes out in my lap
another Quaalude nap
the boss shoots an email
Data Center is gonna fail
the circuits took a dump
better blame Trump
I’m drinking and I’m pleadin’
Shut the fuck up, Joss Whedon
My dead, drunk mom would cringe
baby boy is riding the fringe.
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 
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