Lifeâs a bitch
Sad violinists when I sold their violas
Pissed like a hippie when you stole their granola
In the desert looking for a cold cherry cola
Lifeâs hard like a cold areola
My thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm
I think, therefore I amputate ar
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