A tick mark here, a tick over there
The sheer number of errors' a scare
I sip my coffee and move my arse
Boy how do I wish idiots were scarce
I flip to the first page of the book
To satiate my curiosity, I take a look
And see the pencilled name of that Billy
Like a kid's scrawl, all crooked and silly
Civilizations rise, people mourn their fall
I only once said we needn't care at all
That's a fact and it's going to hold true
If idiots have used the world before you
But these oddments are all somehow in power
And now I'm still not home at this hour
I've to correct all of Billy mistakes
Before my dawdling career applies its brakes
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