I woke up cursed, it's quite absurd,
Now every sentence ends in a word.
That rhymes, I mean, it's kinda fun,
Until I tried to call 911.
They laughed, then cried, then walked away,
I’ve been in rhyme mode every day.
Send help, I beg, in any form...
Before I rhyme through every storm.
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