"Foot the bill"

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I may be overloaded with useless information but I’m not listening, to any other interpretation. My way or highway, with no other explanation, don’t you realize that I am from another generation.

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Truth be damned there’s no reason for investigation, I’m right your wrong, on any given situation. I know your game, and your outdated motivation your age doesn’t mean I’m under any obligation.

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Your part of the lost and uninformed population, out of touch, with no valid communication. Old moldy bread, not fit for consideration, know it all, without the slightest imagination.

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Thinking because you’re young, you have reputation; old age is not the end all, to savvy translation. Doesn’t need your input, for my educational salvation, go sit in the corner to talk about your liberation.

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Sit down, be quiet, don’t make a demonstration, let me enlighten you and give my honest observation. Your part of the problem should be locked up in isolation, ranting, and raving, a useless sputtering conversation.

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Tell it to others; don’t ask me for a favored translation, your words fruitless, they have no rational foundation. Don’t ask me to trust you, or for any sort of participation, you flounder and flip flop, in dogged determination.

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Looking for a star on fridge for any compensation, thinking your words are for Webster’s weighty publication. Your thoughts are the one and only, no variation, let me know where you are, and what is your location, I will foot the bill, for your damn transportation.

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-Peter