Thiefs be dressed up in nice people's clothes.
Walks up to me, and be like pretend just saying it,
"get new clothes, really, these?",
as if characteristics and nature of a person ought to not be looked at,
but with just the clothing we judge on.
Defect humans are disgraceful grace.
These lump-sum numerical amass can sheeple everything
into roachville, as sub-cultured as themselves.
Good people ain't the time for them to be laughing,
along be with the sheeples, trying to fit in that's, whether we subconciously notice.
The sheeple peasants have got this thing working out for them,
in high favor of them, they can laugh,
it ain't ours yet, we ain't gon' laugh alongside with the roach peasants.
If these lowlife looking pathetics (though surely are vicious and dark)
really are nice people, I ain't seen them plant a tree!
Their attitude seems to be to beef with us, competing against us.
While they skip over humble attitude and chartible actions, they
never miss a single 20% sale, or employee pricing.
Gas these mini pudge glutton-freaks I say. (edit this part's font color to red)
A young girl, living by herself, having a car.
Got it all by herself, and driving it, and earned a nice condo unit too.
That's kinda freaky if you ask me.
This perhaps is the definition of freaky -
freaky isn't necessarily something poor,
freaky is when things are deformed or out of shape,
and usually rich actually,
which is exactly what this is.
It's freaky to see an average skilled girl
could live on her own like that.
Welcome to the modern age I suppose
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Glenn R. Molevoforfunovski
Deputy Bishop (Tsar) of Old York
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