Oh! Give me cutlass and I shall deforest recession,
Letting the forest to be brazed with air of their possession,
So I wished,
So I thought can cure.
Recession!
Recession!
Where is thy sting?
From the shallow change promised and sang?
I curse you eternally,
To go far less economically,
From my policy,
As I come with virgin' legacy.
Go to exile!
Never to return to my body as pile,
But so good you were to the blind,
Putting more specks to their eyes like sand.
As you go,
Farewell, and don't look back like Lot's wife,
If you do, mother's pot awaits you;
To make her pot tasty.
🙏🏼Jeomen.
Recession😷🏃🏾♀🚀✈🏌🏌♀🚵🏿🎤gooooo!!!