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Bootstrapper

No one’s coming to save you, they said You must pull yourself up by the bootstrap

A thousand cuts left the floor bloody red Oh the stench - now clean up all this crap

Your limbs are tied; you’ve been left for dead Now leap into the air and escape the trap

What makes you SO worthy of being fed? Work hard, make friends, follow the map

Only your fault to think we needed to be led Get tortured now, every time you take a nap

“See something, say something” - true, we said You said too much; you overfilled the gap

A shameful dream of rescue from the bed Run Forrest Run, go do another lap

You killed your legs when you chose to be wed Know your place; you deserved that slap