Sorry, You Are Not A Winner.

What I'll be missing on my final transition -
like "he was something. Yes "he was something, wasn't he?"
My trust fund: the peas and porridge of the next breed.
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb.

The filler to flatter.
The drivel and banter
We dig up, display, and press depressing matter
But does it matter?



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