Uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
With a wish to split,
And done quick...
From all illegitimate conflicts.
And uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
That which has come to sit too long.
To do a doing one knows is wrong,
But done to do by few who choose.
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