These are my words.

Listen to my words.

For the technological advances

have taken you elsewhere.

Entrenched in such lair.

All you want is fame and notoriety.

And we can tell that it's somewhat unfair 

that you will continue to wallow in their piety.

Your goal is made important in your own eyes.

Yet, there is a continual disregard for the demise.

But as Tyra says, "just smize!"

Well, now we know that concrete basis

for all that recognition in their faces.

Live a life filled with mobile lighting.

Or live a life compromised by fighting.

Your television is a winner.

Your television is a winner.





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