The Flawless Man


I am flawless yes I am

I work so hard to be that man

everyday I get in my ram

and work on the land

I till up the garden with my hands

after I'm done the corn looks so good it looks like a name brand

the sun gives me a nice tan

It's so hot outside I busted a sweat gland

but since I'm the flawless man I get a fan




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