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Flipping through the magazines,

PLastic girls in painted on jeans.

I want to be famous, I've found the means:

Your going to die for my social greed.

I poison your products.

Cyanide in Tylenol, give the N.Y. Times a call

But there's still hope for me;

Indemnity though insanity

I kill your comsumers

First you get a massive headache.

Then you vomit on the floor.

Things are getting darker now...

Hug the toilet, puke Somemore

And then you die