93:
Stink Eye Warfare
Sticking sunglasses on you
Blinders on
Now
Put a dollar in the jar
Am I the flea
In your ear
Cumbersome
Cut you loose
Like the deadwood
I can't be
Tethered to your anchor
Your tribe
Long enough
Impeded
Does not
Take a genius to see
This picture you paint
Hurts eyes
Not accustomed
It's been since day one
Upsetting you
That I don't have a bar code
Nothing
To scan
Not able
To return
Even with receipts
Holding
Me
Back
Tipped over your chessboard
I
Left the room
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