Man, all this stress!
My office is a mess!
I can’t find a thing,
And when I can it has hair,
Is that too much to share?
My lair is in lapse,
It smells like bad gas,
But then I think long and hard,
I think, and I think, even as I write this bard,
I think and eventually the most profound thought comes to my mind,
“Well did I take a shower this morning?”
“Alright then, I’m gettin’ somewhere!”
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