If I had gambl'd less or less pathetic'lly,
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In my first earning decades, liv'd ascetic'lly,
Luxury'd less, avoided slime and sleaze,
I wouldn't hand a dime to old "Miss Cheese"!
I have two strapping sons and solid wife
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And earnestly for these I seek best life,
But lacking time and currency for now
We're all of us shack'd up with that mad cow!
The way she stomps, chews, mutters hexes, coughs,
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And prattles horse-slop, hogs space at our troughs,
Locks the door when I night-creep!
However does she snore so deep?
And when her husband's here!—
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Quick swept to Chaos' upstairs' corner room,
I jack into a cybernetic space
And minimize the times I see a face.