One or two, just to get you through
Tens of tons, you think you’re almost done
But another one slips, through pretty red lips
Another and another
Again and again
Smudged and messy, you call it pretty
You think it’s over but then again, you hate to admit the problem at hand
But then as time ticks, and you hear the gun click
No more ones, twos, tens, nor tons
You’re finally done

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