Think I met a tater tot.
Mighta been a glowing bot.
They cried and whined and talked alot.
But they made no sense.
Said they wanted love and peace.
But they couldn't keep the beat.
Seems like they still got their baby teeth.
Their small minds are dense.
Don't tell me about their skin.
Thinner than it's ever been.
Come on, give me an Amen.
Tater tots can't take a joke.
They deserve it all.
The mocking and the cat calls.
Grow a pair of balls.
I'll end it on that note.
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