Madfax lived long,
couldnt even sing along,
was grueled in the womb to suck food and warmth,
comfort became her only song.
Payslip soon replaced placenta,
Whats your name what you do became her rant,
Madfax conveyed repulsion as the dots were joined and her tapestry fastened
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