Got married anyways and made drive buys
2 with faux gents
2 made no cents
The last threw pies in everybody's eyes.
The G.risly o.ld o.ld p.arty hid behind a smile,
but it's face began to hurt.
The Goop hid behind someone else's words,
but it's brain started to hurt.
The G.risly o.ld o.ld p.arty hid behind home screens,
but it's equations moved into the basement.
The Goop hid behind some skirts, but it turns out
they were self-hangers in a walk-in closet.
The G.risly o.ld o.ld p.arty hid behind the most delicate
of antique cups, but age got to it.
The Goop hid by standing still, but lying was so much easier.
The Walmart heirs are not our friends. They use
the People's money against us.
An insensate cheapskate of currage
Hatefully inatefully peeped the steeple and sheeped the people
He ate 8 prelates and he ate 8 oblates
He crated creeps who then seeped into our furrage
He berated the straight and narrow into a deep sleepy slurrage
So quite naturally the barely anywhere labeled it
A grating bleep of courage.
But the mirage keeps getting kated.
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