For both dueling fates righteousness falling,
The business of forfeit that racks sin,
Fuck the suds that show the dirt of stalling,
Of whirling despairing lint to lie been,
We are not here to do this all for naught,
The lying and stealing of boxes gone,
So what about this crazy life is taught,
With a box cracker concoction of Dawn,
Could we please get more quarters for the slot,
I cannot believe the change is without,
And it is embarassing to be caught,
Alone in the low basement with face pout,
So now with terrible precision dot,
With soap and detergent the dirt will rout.

-Matt