Bro, why can’t I touch you?

This ain’t the frickin’ seventies.

If you think you can stop me, then you’re all my frickin’ enemies.

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What the frick is up with that?

I’m gonna touch my lover, so you better never be a rat.

Big Brother:

Watchin’ over all of you.

Sounds like a cult, N.S.A., or even Santa, too.

So just try it,

Make the kids crave for touch.

They’ll start to prostitute themselves, so thank you so much.

Make us

wake up too early

While we’re

out too late.

Give us

factory work

like you

think that’s our fate.

I’m livin’.

I’m human.

My life is my own,

so get up to stop me and I’ll claim your throne.

Big Brother…

Love each other…

Big Brother…

You’re the worst sibling ever,

I’m gonna tell mother.

(Credit to my doubleplusgoodful comrade, Alex Pfefferle.)