Don’t gather round in office, wherever you roam
And admit that the plywood around you has worn
And accept it soon that it’ll be up, through your nose
If your breath to you is worth breathing
Then wrap a hanky round your face
And stick to your zone
Coz the Ignitee, they are renovatin’
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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