Fierce Resource Allocation - Emperor X

Hey, look out!

They found an active sect at the bridge.

There were another seven ounces.

They had one minute left to

hide a rope,

find a rope,

tie a rope,

light a rope,

EY!

Getting plastered at the census track,

throwing garbage at the census workers

because they were looking for Samoans.

Their tax base is growing.

Got pulled over by the INS.

They were jumpy from political pressure.

They scrutinized us, then they

waved us through,

waved us past,

waved us on,

waved at us,

EY!

We got angry at the census truck.

Scattered and brainless,

we were cluttering the concrete

with random fliering for market saturation,

cool and controlled

to die young,

to die fearless,

to die with resources,

to die with integrity,

to die young,

to die fearless,

to die with resources,

to die with integrity,

Pushing out to pass the parking lots,

loaded down with crates of surplus fuel cells,

we drained the pennies from our purchase cards,

our credit cards,

our debit cards,

our cash,

EY!

We spent our money,

but we kept your trust.

The universal individual attraction,

the biological delirious value:

we don’t weigh the same.

We die young.

We die fearless.

We die with resources.

We die with integrity.

We die young

and stunned

to die with integrity,

to die young,

to die fearless,

to die with resources,

to die with integrity.

to die young,

to die fearless,

to die with resources,

to die with integrity.

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Resources.

Resources.