Matchusian Pwnage

When I rise each morning
I often imagine that
I’m famous

I prepare for the long day ahead
Put on my glasses, brush my teeth
And exit

They take me for a day of pampering
And make me try on new outfits
They insist

We arrive at the party
I’m not sure that
I fit in

I’m a little bit concerned, with good reason
They seem to be a little
Bit tipsy

Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I’mma fight
‘Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don’t stop.

No.

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