Per Suasion, Fight

Convert or else,
According to mission
That's why we're here
To lay down the clich-law

Eh? Did you say something
I did not be-leave this shit
To listen to more non-fence

A wall of waddles up to 
The forest of superphones
A medium that is the 
Opposite of a massage

Technoligopoly, you
Didn't have to tell me
That the rich uncle assbags
Would fill up his butternut
Squashed wagon any further
With gold; the only question is:
          How we will spend the chagrin
                    That can still knock a supposed
                              Hero off a pedestal of shit?

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