Korn for the cobbler, brand new shoes to step
On, and bubbles set up to pop on their own.
Mattresses rule the world, lest we doze off,
Programming golden shower nozzles (no soap, but foam) .
Rue presidential suite services in our hotel, for the candy smells
Only brings clientele back, four more.
Maximize profits, if when we ask of it you know
All we nosed, both by sheets and by ore.
Trump U.S.? Suffer.
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