An Ode To The Losers
You found a new way
To make me miserable everyday
So that I would leave this hell
Well,
Sure, I will go
So that you my foe
Can rest in peace
In your kingdom of grease
I don't need your fees
I can find another way to buy Chinese
You and your hoes
Think that you three are superheroes
But you're just losers
Who think they're choosers
You are just modern day slaves
Who will be buried in graves
With nothing but computer dust
Because all else you turned into rust.
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