Snippets of true real'ty,
An ort of a smidgeon of one soul's view,
With advanced di'betes,
A two dee copy with poor color match,
On shitty fax paper,
Recycled in some 'funct facility,
Where insects fell in with the pulp mixture.
That was then shredded with a good machine,
The coffers were not spared,
So e'en if you knew how the puzzle worked,
You'd die 'fore all was paired.
But that's not all!
Now throw it all away-
There's no time to try and figure what's there-
Into a bucket filled with human waste,
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