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Ballad of the mooch of the VIGI

I know a hag who begs for loot She is wheelchair bound like me too Her soft skills are fake, this ol' koot. I ask her to stop, do I seem rude? The staff tell her to stop this crap One dude in a wheelchair got mad I told him to chill,that's no rap He was still angry man t'is sad She cares not about any rule This woman does not want to learn Bid her to stop makes me a ghoul Probably in the she'll get burned

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