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Tear along the dotted line I picked you up on aisle 16 beside the potato chips And saw the freshness was still sealed nicely You only expired yesterday and surely I could Stomach you fine because often Passiveness was the patience of Buddha And variety spiced up strife ever better Stocking new and improved choices To plague indecision was the curse of that Minimum waged girl who was paying life for Letting her taunt the vices Indifference bought you and brought you Or did you buy me I caught you�re bold name Without recollection of a price tagged in sight Or a sign to declare the faces you�re worth The facts told me the daily value you could provide And vague ingredients told me I couldn�t read half Of what made you But you still told me how much you weighed When I didn�t ask And when I wanted a taste after education by words I couldn�t break it open d*mn by eternalslacker |