I am composed of thousands of tiny pixels.
And now thousands less, my appendix gone
(and good riddance) to appendix heaven
where it can live a worthless life without me.
My organs just got downsized,
An internal audit proved shoddy accounting, a scandal ensued,
And the appendix took the fall.
Streamlined, I tell my boyfriend, I just am streamlined now,
Wanna see my racing stripe? Slap a Type-R sticker on my ass
And I'll run faster than ever.
Lyndon Johnson showed his racing stripe on television,
Showering his pixels upon the American public.
I'm keeping mine hidden for now.
I'll wait until I'm crowned princess of the empire.
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