Everyone else sobbing about chopped liver.
Mmm hmm hmm mmm some kind of illegible, incoherent remark,
tra-la obscenity.
You are never invited cos you don't ever come.
This is not the seventies, pal do the math.
Check sums.
Soon you'll long comfort in the navel of trillions, Trillian.
Leaving me desensitized in arbitrary mode, in a random location,
my toes of course setting foot
as programmed.
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