Nimble fingers,
configure contraptions,
while crazy cats,
smoke cigarellos,
and drink homemade brew,
down by the river.
I was never one for small talk,
but they got me rollin'.
Picture me in the lap of luxury,
dripping in opulence and filth.
Only the weak survive.
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