Mama said keep yo’ pie hole shut
When you ain’t got good to say.
I thought, Mama, at’s plain wrong.
Sayin’ good only makes us prey.
We foller and obey.
What ‘er the hucksters say.
Then they lead us astray
Still nobody say
We sure effed up today!
No… we go our merry way.
Nobody wiser… shame.
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