I contemplate an hour
not well spent
the mountain looms
I didn't make a dent
and I'm still sliding down
the same old slope
protesting whining
I am such a dope
I can't pronounce
can't even look at it
loaded the oscilloscope
and took a hit
and thought not once
about the coin I spent
can't bear the prospect
and so off I went
what
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