No. B

I wish the world could never be
Show me something, something free
I wish my face would look like me
But without all these plastic fees
I wish these monkey's destinies
Never saw, touched, tasted me
I wish tomorrow'd eat away
The pseudo-smiles of today
But nothing's real, so who's to say
Come now, children, right this way
Learn all about valentine's day
I know the world could never know
Just please don't let the vaccuum go
My face peels back to reveal snow
There are no more simple ways to know
A monkey's face grows moss when slowed
The children reaped, I teach to sow

The End

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