You who damn us weakling addicts
Praise be upon your spotless linen
Hail the sweat of your
self-made brow
( what wore you there
when you were browless
Toiling over your visage's
Work shelf ? )
And in your cursing so
Damned effective
You've saved the lives of every man
woman and
guest
Ye, railing, who brand them weak list bitches -
Hoist me!
( but, I mean, I'll use my own strength )
Aloft! To your
Yammering Echelon!
Hell I never
touch
The stuff
myself.
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