Credit card is declined
Your life is declined
You are inebriated with life heavy blather and government applied diversion
Proud of substandard product man
On solid ground, you turn into butter
And melt quickly into whatever the brain cannot digest
It's your stated standard "go big or go home"
It's nice to say what people like to hear
Aphorisms are conformity's code words
You move with uncomfortable ease
You lay on the sand with Amoeba like flopping
Despite your proficiency, a visible lack of comfort shown during execution
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