I don’t know this Maytag guy you speak about,
I should have been something else
Yet you fill my belly with things
Whos’ content should be waste
You gussied up my plastic sides
Without looking inside
It’s like calling me names
That you can’t spell, you’re a bad consumer,
The evil son with all that was the jar
Euro trumps uncle
Vacant and hungry
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