Walking over here I thought
The poor I’m one of
Can’t afford a car
Too lazy to get a job to buy one
Or some other problem.
Nothing’s more degrading
Than being an American pedestrian
I’ll send a screen shot
This is no country for those on foot
You need a car.
The bus stinks worse than a reptile shop
They never blink but
They’ll turn right around
And say it’s not good to need
Brings on anxiety.
So does cat food and rat droppings
All over the fucking carpet
Like a bad dye job on a cheap hair piece
My insurance only covers watchful waiting
And did I tell you what my AI companion said?
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