Shitheads abound
Hypocrisy astounds
With no one to steer
Favoritism's here
Open is lost and not found
Cursing the fates
Counting the dates
Work's not abating
But my nerves are a-grating
Thank ye gods shutdown awaits
Went from dropping dimes
To the worst of all times
All those believers
Have second-guess fevers
Nothing with Tua Tagovailoa rhymes
Emotions run high
For all plus this guy
Close to the surface
We're all default nervous
Never been harder to just get by
Trying to make it through
But outside is a zoo
Hide me in vinyl
It doesn't have to be final
But any escapism will do
Last time ...
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