Things don't flow, or do, but slow. Say cash and love and gumption.
I can not pee now, woe is me. Ain't nothin' rhymes with gumption.
My van goes not past second gear. My fridge can't seem to hold its beer.
Without fast wheels, I can't get Hooter's, nor my check, I'm fucked.
There's 'coons and possums on my roof and spiders down my duct.
When should I get my shit together? Now? No, maybe later.
If I had a girlfriend, I could not afford to date her.
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Assumption.
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