Let us raise our glasses to the makers of blank promises Who try to mislead the Misses With sweet words and soft kisses
Bottoms up To the ones who fill our cups Who proved to be well deserving of our claps
To the inhabitants of the asteroids Whose pride become steroids Numbing their brains so they don't notice what's being destroyed
A toast
To the ones who encourage our boasts
To have us in the end on a plate like roast
Oh God help us all! For they smile in our faces yet stab our backs like an enemy.
God help us all!
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