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The Suits are full of teeth gnawing at their nothing,
Hands to the vapid fire, burping, and telling their little tales to each other.
Meanwhile, I'm frenzied, I sweat and groan their project into some sort of sense.
How they cooked this up, I'll never know;
I wish they'd tested the concept more thoroughly or asked someone who can cross the street and welcome a stranger or function outside of a Suit.