it started with a fart
until you followed through
and if you look hard enough
you will find some poo
but its not how i bag you
coz i can only see
your nothing but a woman
i peasents whos not free
you had your chance
your chance to dance
so thank you very much
for now there is a present
a present in your crutch
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