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The Fitness

Jumping the jam,

I am peter pan,

doing a man,

don't know his name at this dam.


Down-stream is a clam,

up is a nap-

I creak when I walk,

never stop for talk,

just smoke a lot,

and hope for a magical robot,
to intercept the hotness right outta the golf.


Reading a lot,

speeding at the shop,

rotating at the main evacuation,

suffocating during masterb#***$!

Stoning without stoners to bank it,

waiting for sin to just spank it!

I read the riddles,
and rape the shingles-

right off red roofs,
of old men sitting in bagels.

I retort the regime,

I run from the scene,

I do all the same drugs,

I hate all the same thugs.

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