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Tytuł: Foreman's Dog

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Here's an all new version
  Teeming with distractions
  Trojan horse rolled backwards
  Mastered buy your own device
  Then splice in then cut to the sad sorry image of some grinning 'caster
  Staring at a sinkhole
  Piling up disasters
  Making the footage raw
  Now parade the muscles
  Trying to make their dicks grow
  Warring with their bodies dimensions oversold
  "I wonder if I pierce it will my body stop lying to me?
  Now mouthing mile a minute
  Blasting like a furnace
  Fogging up the lenses with the dampness of spew
  Loss of concentration
  Loss of obvious
  Laws of stimulation
  Signed anonymous
  It's a stock set up
  Man check it out!
  A well worn cop's shoe's kicking out a door frame
  Classwar extra
  Pr-ing like a foreman's dog
  "What a slob but I guess you know
  He's got to make a living somehow"
  Tossing a wild eyed greaser right onto the pavement
  Scanned into the bright light maxing the pixels to glow
  How did it come to mean nothing but this?