Yes-Man can be so vile and evil and, careless fruit...
Man, is man, the monster-ed brute.
Man steps on things that cares for, he not...
Man only cares for, what, he has not.
Man will always make beau-tied things, to waste and rot...
Man is a man, that is all, the fame, that he's got.
For, what be a man, that be feeling without guilt? ...
Man, won't be happy, until, in gallons, blood be spilt.
Man to the air, does well pollute...
Man, one disgraceful beaut.
Man is uncomprehending...
He is man, he be mute.
Man, by others, does not to with, contend...
Man, will be, the total end!
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