Your least favourite things haunt you with affection
Your addictions turn bland
Your niceness has all the inspiration of a greeting card
Your social adventurousness is a frog with no leg, hiding its wart
It seems you're ninety years old from the neck up
Your ugly hand reaches down to touch your own moisture and encounters
a snapping monkey with yellow teeth
Check the cash register for illuminations
The light bulbs have been replaced by spiders.

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