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The Midget UprisingMidgets! Midgets! On the rise! Climbing up ladders to poke out your eyes! We humans have no shot defeating a robot, and though its pilot is small our tallest buildings will fall Midgets! Midgets! On the move! Killing They got something to prove. Tear down roller coasters, put up warning posters. There’s no where to hide if they’re too short for your ride Midgets! Midgets! On the ball! Making life short for those who are tall They’ve got shotguns and knives. I hope someone survives, but they’ve got us surrounded, and I guess I’m confounded. Did a joke provoke it? An idiot with bad wit? Who cares now? My throat’s slit! That was a list of acceptable ways to die
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