I, For One, Am On Board For Voluntarily Sharing Cake With Responsible People

Government is what happens

When you can’t share a cake

So mom and dad call the neighbor

Who takes the cake from you

And eats 90 percent of it

And gives you all a piece of celery

That doesn’t even have peanut butter

And invades Iran

Because you’re racist.

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