The man is turning
angry, He can't count
his money on his
ass, without some
unaccountably
inarguable
provision, fast.
And it is
On Your Job:
Provide.
You signed on just
for this, so sigh a
great big deepest
breath, and plunge.
Upon such fates,
such stars are hung
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