Good humor, he said, was paramount.
It was the bedrock of what came next.
Toil, they could, like normal men
But they couldn’t cause they were hexed.
Cursed from birth by their freedom gene.
Their genes wouldn’t let them go.
And genes don’t ask, they tell you boy
Exactly how life will flow.
Drown you so fast, pull you right down.
Genes are running this show.
So there you go boy.
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