Me: Why, so I can look like who? Feel like what?
Them: Walk with a more curvaceous strut!
Me: Far from the crowned Mutt
That walked in the presence of King Tut?
Does good come from that cut?
Them: What cut?
Me: The one craftily performed by my surgeon.
Them: I don’t see nothing down here.
Me: Get a little closer, noser!
Them: I don’t see a mark, not one trace!
Me: The cut is the one God craftily laced.
And that my friend is where I will…
If you don’t remove that talk from my space.
Your body cannot be replaced.
Order your steps. Those thoughts please erase.
This is a war…
Minders and the human race versus
Miners and the human race.
Be careful of the one letter between the two;
Very d…eceiving, often mislea…d…ing.
For the sake of extracting natural minerals working to remove the rock,
Then turning ’em over to manufacturing deficiency-causing industries,
Done with ease and efficiency to maintain currency sufficiency.
Me: Precisely. That is the good that cometh from that craftily performed cut.
Now step away from my butt.