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The Autistic Lemon.


Where do thou be?

Thine look so glee.

Bountiful, yet he couldn't see.

Triggered was thee.

Disrespectful to thine POC.

Grouchy, thine white savior and his noble steed.

Breaking our backs,

There came thine wealth tax,

Yet wouldn't bring it back to thee.

Cramped and unable,

The steed's filled stable,

Blowing back as he saw the clouds leave.

Right as thine morning blew out,

Thine kitchen and storage out of sauerkraut,

Blinking the topics believed.

You're once more on top,

Wealth inequality must STOP,

You're forced to slave away to be "free".

Breakfast time young ward.

Defeat this wretched evil, liberal, use thine sword!

Dancing in thine plentiful, capitalist, jubilee.

Protect thine young?

Why thine evil has thou sprung?

Pedophilicly rampant, and no detective decree.

Epstein and his juice,

The last remaining spruce,

Trees were planted by his seed.

Hath thou understood now?

Perhaps it is thee, without a doubt,

Protecting thine discrepancy.