No End
The lapdog is our friend
The laptop is our mend
There’s no end
We are trapped in a pen
Maybe this is a trend
We don’t need to spend
However, we need to pretend
We enjoy our weekend
Although it’s only a bitter end
When we’re at a loose end
Nobody wants to understand
Because they only care about the stock dividends
They are our internet's friends
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