The ghetto
Dear Purple WareHouse,
You make me stress
Everyday I come I regret
How could you not think of me
I have a family
Who needs me
but you dripping dirty warehouse
has consumed my time with pointless assignments
that make my mind spin
please stop the irrelevant work.
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