Do I have jowls?
Am I a mechanical man?
Do you ponder and scowl?
Why do we all feel down
Just let me figure this life out
Stand there like a statuesque body
I merely want to shake and shout
Thus, just cover me in sloppy
There's a glass
Half full
We are all just atoms of mass
And what is left is nothing at its' period of lull
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