Bimbo, break up your home
As lies in sties die to blind
Your misled, misinformed, misguided and misfed mind to imbibe trash from a trivial tome
Whose plethora of fibs and cribs find
Fertile fodder in your feeble frame
Ready to listen and fasten her future
To a pack of lies concocted by a lame
Duck stuck in a maze, haze and daze of a culture
Whose sole motive drives
Towards wrecking stable stations
Home hackers hate as their sick soul strives
To tear affections
They fail to emulate
Because their homes in tatters
Fill home hackers with slates of malice that inflate
As home hackers interfere with exterior marital matters.
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