We´re sorry, ignorant child, but your nook has fallen on the floor and you´ve chosen the wrong college.
You musn´t go crying to mummy for even as her arms are open, our good friend Society has crashed your last birthday party,
With bills as a birthday card and a pat on the back
The sly dog whispered into your ear, "I want you" with a pointed finger
Little did you know, the beverage she handed you was the venom of a robot.
There now, doesn´t it feel nice not to feel anything at all?
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