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Son, young son, dear boy the time has come
To reveal unavoidable truths like so much unwanted hair
Odds are cold and hard; neutral, amoral and complicit in cosmic fraud
None or never the less: they'll dare you to dream big
Now a word about claw games: no one in the history of the world ever conquered the claw game
Thus, all the dusty shit languishing in the bins
And now, if I may, move on to the lottery and the inherent immorality of state-sponsored gambling
About which, it is simple: You can't lose if you refuse to play
Odds are cold and hard; neutral, amoral and complicit in cosmic fraud
But who are any of us to tell you not to dream big?