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Mute The Mook

Mute The Mook

The evil Mr. White

Is not terribly bright

He’s very rarely right,

But he sure loves to fight

Which he can’t do alone

So he keeps throwing stones

Looking to generate some hate

Best to not accommodate

Please do not to feed the beast

Deny the fool his poison feast

The agitator will wither and die

When he has no audience for his lies

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Ann Uva

Damn straight! I'm feeling that. Well put, indeed.

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