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Mr Steve Jobs

You picked the right time to die

Got all the glory glory

But you never had to pay the price

We got stuck with DOnald Trump

Death by instagram

And I can’t get to sleep

Cause I’ll be scrolling till 3 AM

If you could go back in time

Would you trade a billion dollars

To unfuck all our lives

You could design furniture

Expensive bedside tables

The best you’ve ever laid eyes on

It’s not your fault

No way you could have know

That the devil hid pandoras box