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Just smoked a lot of mash today
Thought about genomes a bunch
Now let me tell you what I made for lunch

The PARPers all hate me, the newbies out-camped me
They’re yoinking the firefields, my printer’s not fancy
Wombat heads in Central Station
A self-aggrandizing mirror I can’t see my face in

(Chorus)
I wanna be St*wart, or be Caterina
If only for a moment or two
I wanna be Eric, or even Dos Pesos
If that’s what I gotta do

I wanna be St*wart, or be Caterina
The master of my own Game
So give me a mint, give me some absinthe
I promise I won’t complain

Found a Blue Sheet from GOD today….