Fierce Resource Allocation
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,
O!
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.