I don't give a damn
about all your problems,
You're not my monkey,
To set my mouth gabbin'
For you, I'd have given the sun,
Yet my patience you've outrun.
It's turned short, the fuse all but gone,
One last chance is all that I'll don.
My coat is empty, your coffer's full,
Or at least it was, last time, you drull.
So let me ask, ask you this:
Why should your worry concern me, hiss?
That's what you called me, so long ago,
So many times, you terrible piece of carrow.
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