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I write for people who twerk and flex I write for worthless specks Of dirt who burp and retch I write for people who are circumspect To a certain extent I write for nervous wrecks I write for nerds who like pervy sex I write for virgins who have learned respect I write for people who have birth defects, and Service pets, and people stuck in the murky depths I write for people on the 13th step People with bourbon breath People who hurt themselves The more I write, the worse it gets I write for those who can't work for checks For those the church rejects For recipients of urgent texts From their surgeons Explaining what's worse than death For influencers with worse fx than 36 percocets I write for Jervis Tetch I write for thepersonnexttoya Tone-deaf listeners Readers with dyslexia Anorexics and Mexicans, aces, grays Gays and lesbians, especially in Chechnya I write for transgender fam, gender transcenders People of all colors, purple with antennas Your dad's friend, who's a dentist, who's bad at tennis That one Anakin fan who's defending The Phantom Menace I write for Anna Kendrick and Annie Lennox's management I write for bad attendance at an Edison fan event I write for a sad percentage I'll write for a can of spinach I'll put my writings in the box Where the spam is sent I write for trendsetters and people with vendettas Against them who still pen letters to editors' shredders I write for bedwetters and red setters in heavy weather I write for people with muppet voices, like Eddie Vedder It's a tête-à-tête with people I've never met Or better yet, reason to get upset at my inadequate etiquette Ready, set, subject, predicate End of sentence I write for folks who are prisoners of their independence I write for Ken Jennings, and others in Jeopardy I write for people being threatened with weaponry I write for casualties of technical discrepancy But most importantly for people who think I write ineffectively I write for thepersonnexttoya Tone-deaf listeners Readers with dyslexia Anorexics and Mexicans, aces, grays Gays and lesbians, especially in Chechnya I write for transgender fam, gender transcenders People of all colors, purple with antennas Your dad's friend, who's a dentist, who's bad at tennis That one Anakin fan who's defending The Phantom Menace I write for people I've neglected to mention And those toward whom I shouldn't direct your attention To protect and defend them, with the best of intentions I write for people in an undetected dimension I write for bi, pan, demi, and a bunch of labels I write for people who never get to have lunch at tables I write for a scant segment, of a piece of a fraction I write for anyone who needs a distraction I write for thepersonnexttoya Tone-deaf listeners Readers with dyslexia Anorexics and Mexicans, aces, grays Gays and lesbians, especially in Chechnya I write for transgender fam, gender transcenders People of all colors, purple with antennas Your dad's friend, who's a dentist, who's bad at tennis That one Anakin fan who's defending The Phantom Menace I write for thepersonnexttoya Tone-deaf listeners Readers with dyslexia Anorexics and Mexicans, aces, grays Gays and lesbians, especially in Chechnya I write for transgender fam, gender transcenders People of all colors, purple with antennas Your dad's friend, who's a dentist, who's bad at tennis That one Anakin fan who's defending The Phantom Menace I'll write for anything from panda exhibits To cancer clinics But I'll be damned if I finish in a span of minutes I'm not Hammond Innes My doppelgangers have limits! Can it, critics! I just ran out of lyrics!