Sitting here,
in the dark.
Feeling parched.
Asking when,
everything's been,
stuck in a scene,
that needs to end.
When takeout,
and beer,
just don't appear,
to no longer do the trick,
my dear.
Because it comes down to this,
with a flick of the wrist,
handle that shit.
And be sure to make them miss,
your legendary hiss.
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