Massively managed misunderstood mambo of jumbled mess
I cry to you under a strain of pain and duress
I find your sight a strong appalling figure
That figures itself lucky for all its life
In constant jubilation towards forward progress in a modern life.
Massively managed misunderstood mambo of jumbled mess
To your aspiring high aims I do detest
How could one such as you be?
In our modern society.
An old mess that will not fall,
No matter how high you are stacked against a wall.
Fathoming your fall is what brings pleasure to my days downfall.
You mambo of plastic, you jumble of lids and plates
Aged back from yeas unknown as if from a tale
If you were a dog, surely you would never wag your tail,
And for this to you I do hale.
For you are my only companion in these lonely nights
As I sit and watch you with my hateful gaze.
Massively managed misunderstood mambo of jumbled mess
We shall stay friends, and to this I detest,
But I realize you are my mess
A long life you shall continue to live,
For with you there purpose I shall never be without
But let it be said
If I could,
I would get out of this bed.
And you my dear friend would finally be dead.
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