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Monkeys see and monkeys do
You look like monkeys, flinging poo
Baa baa little sheep, it's dead grass too
Feed your masters, eat their moo
They believe their shit don't stink
But puppets don't really have to think
Their masters make them mix the ink
You just eat it and won't even blink
They spam and spam and censor voices
Thinking they gave you better choices
Thinking they brought the best on the toy list
Thinking they matter, I find them pointless.