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This joke doesn't seem that funny.
Cookie cut out houses for those who can prove their poverty, grinding their teeth.
Scrapping nickels together to waste a dime, all on companies time.
Gathering benefits to drive tax payers to post pointless posts on how the money is spent.
As those same "workers for the common good" horde in large houses.
Gathering strength from our endless battles.
Sweet as the light.
Lost in plight.

Punchlines as sharp as today's hits.
Pointless and filled with fluff.
Dancing to beats we truly can't understand, as this beat is devised by man.
It's old

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