Of writing, you know not a stitch
You drove the site into a ditch
So take your unilateral stupidity
And find some sane lucidity
You Mr. Potato Head-lookin' bitch
The world does spin and bleed
Full of warnings I can't heed
Keep me safe and tall
Keep me far from it all
And just let me read and read
The extent that you're dumb
Makes me reach for my rum
They call you a "site owner"
Really just a creepy-ass loner
This is what the company's become
Trust they try to patch
Loyalty they try to catch
But underpaid is disrespect
And unless I can collect
I'll be looking for the escape hatch
Ribs I want to save
But I'm ready to be brave
Need salt on my skin
And ocean for the win
Bring me your latest wave
Last time ...
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