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>> Superficiality Song << A new tune for all want to be's An old stale air from bow to me's Sing it, When you wish to, please, Simple portent potent song Lyric duck, quacks right from wrong. It goes: I crossed a girl face down in mud She turned her head, all red with blood "I've been raped and beaten badly Help me.", she expired, sadly. With air of superficial nod A fellow frowned and kept right on, I leave this note, just get along?" As one is smug, another cries. One sucks life from one that dies. And through cabal the only debt Is billed the hurt who chose to vent Of People flogged, From houses robbed, By formal blocks To jobs for slobs whose " rights of man" Are bashed in constant drumming mocks, "After all it she had a choice To simply not emit her voice. As I have press of getting on,

Authority in sleights by hand Of gerymandered carvings To orchestrated starvings. y lied Is not religion!

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