They grabbed him by his Ipad.
Dashed his brains out on a website.
He’d sleep the sleep of the undead.
And he starts this big sleep tonight.
He got a rupture in his noggin.
He clapped when the others clapped.
He’d repeat way to go bud!
And he too, slapped their backs.
Flew that flag when they said drag
Your sorry ass on in here.
He’d be the first to appear.
Thought he traveled in the s’all clear.
Then his key didn’t work.
Tho’ he reefed like Herc.
He felt the jerk
That he really was…
Just because.
Hey, who dat at da door?
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