Common sense, has died, I’m sad to say,
preceded by the death of parents, Truth and Trust;
his wife Discretion also passed away,
his daughter, too, Responsibility. I must
regret to tell you Reason also has expired,
his son, but he’s survived by three stepbrothers,
I Know My Rights, You Know I Can’t Be Fired,
and I’m a Victim, fucker of all mothers.
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