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“A hole” and “Work” By Shawn McLain ____________________ A hole You sir are indeed the eye of the fart I can smell the color brown when you speak Work Why can’t I just sit my ass for a little bit to write some bullshit Nothing forced comes well as much as writing is supposed to be enjoyable I can’t help but feel I need to clock in and out once in a while
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(c) Defenestration Magazine, 2004