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Tunes make you seethe more easily
I do not Ken what it is like to be
Dead:
Do you?
Really!
There’s a cannibal sun on the sky today!
Five and twenty Innkeepers evacuate themselves,
Public houses abandoned:sequestrated
By an oafish crowd of snotties.
Now, wankers only sup at the
Onanist’s Arms!
I toyed a while with Jeremy Kyle,
And took the lie detector.
I ate his face and it tasted vile;
My name is Hannibal Lector.
