Fat hearts can kill you;
Fat hearts can bring you down,
Fat hearts full of hailstone,
Hey, there's a lot of them around.
They drive fat, park fat,
With blameless indignation,
Getting fatter by the minute
From the lard of their imagination.
It's wise to be simple and keep it that way.
Be as a servant so subtle with little to say,
Meditate on regret and repent,
And if it don't work, reinvent.
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