"All these years, all this time, we have been messing with your mind. You thought us noble, rad, and true: You just don't have a fucking clue. All the humor, pun, and wit? A heaping, steaming, pile of shit. With a smile and a wink, we make believe our poop don't stink. Rip the system, "revolution," - adding fuel to your confusion. Gobble up the crap we feed you cause we don't really love and need you. We just want your cold, hard, cash; Get our hands into your stash. Now, shut up, listen, and behold: Finally the truth be told.
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You never had us figured out. Lent stature, relevance, and clout. Even called us pioneers when really we were privateers. You reveled in our plagiarism, joined into the organism; Your pompousness and indecorum spewed on every online forum. How you dribbled, how you drooled: Priceless how we had you fooled. We hi-jacked your bedazzled soul for ransom to be paid in gold."
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