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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Melodrama · #1349426
Intentionally awful poem of national lament
I'm sittin' alone
without a clue on this Earth
if I will survive.

The riot's tomorrow,
leaving all of us to die
idiots we are.

If I was funny,
maybe I could digest this,
but sadly I can't.

So I'll die in here
at the hands of those morons
that rule the nation.
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