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<font face="tahoma" size=1> Is this the first day of your life? The sun's become mad he pours his poisonous rays Through your crooked window slits Did you like it down there in oubliette? the way the wet dirt plastered onto your sallow skin You're not going to like it any better here- The hours crawl Like a thick slug up a league of vertical wall The sultry heat will make your idle body wail Your begat from hell But was it any better at home?