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Stinky Thinky Said

Stinky Thinky said:
Why did God create me?
Everything is wrong
The universe must hate me

Stinky Thinky said:
She asked me for my name
She probably wants my money
Or maybe she’s insane

Stinky Thinky said:
There’s a spot on my skin
I’m probably gonna die
I’m calling all my kin

Stinky Thinky said:
I’m looking out for you
I don’t tell you things
Cuz it makes you so blue

Stinky Thinky said:
Life is such a shame
So much evil in the world
I take all the blame

Stinky Thinky hides
From all of his actions
By creating a storm
Of noise and distraction

by Richard W. Bray

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