No thankyou,
No taste for lies, deceit, trickery or despise.
I'm full of backstabbers,
waving their daggers,
Cutting eyes.
No friends on the menu,
and the catch of the day is hate.
Started out thirsty but the water's full of bait,
I'll wait...
I come here everyday,
more crowded than before,
At first I was hungry,
but I don't want no mo'.
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