Hash Blunt
Craggy rats and batty facts,
stupid slaps of morbid hats,
sordid snacks coming out with lacerations of the ax-
horrible hacks doin' these attacks.
I'm loopin' it like rope to attach,
only catch ever is a brat,
lettin' um' off as I scooter around and knack-
I've got so many I'm like 'just laugh'.
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