I have come to sell a tale of corruption sir,
to your most reputable paper, sir
and all I request in return
Is the one thing for which we all yearn
no, not wishing for employment, sir
nor a charmed life, sir
Something your mind is not yet nearing
Something you likely have stashed away in a clearing
o-oh, nothin' sir, dont know nothing sir
never hear nothin' sir, if I do my mouth gets stitched like a button, sir
and though the thread has a high quotation
it surley is nothing next to your monetary generation
wait, wait sir, can you repeat that again, sir
that's so low it's hard to hear, sir
have you forgotten my story, so full and vivid
juicy details sure to make everyone livid
oh sweet, oh lovely dear sir
sir, it appears your good sense has returned, sir
now best give up what you owe it before it flees
in whole, with ease
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PoésieWarning: this is my first wattpad story! Readers with low cringe tolerance should not proceed if they care for their health and safety. Some side effects may include cancer and a severe loss of brain cells. The spelling and grammer is also quite bad...
