Scavengers
These fucking hotshot
Big big men with deals
Hair gel and nice wheels
Need to stop. I can't handle
Their goddamn arrogance
(Or maybe that's my judgement)
And no one else seems
To give a shit! It's like
I'm the only one to have
Noticed the bullshit that
Is spewing from all the
Cracks in their perfect stories
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