Except the animals, who shouldn't count,
I found a mystery. Now, that shit sells:
They love when secrecy is paramount,
When no one knows what they will know but you.
Take careful notes. Pretend to be opaque.
Don't let them see what they're about to do
And they will thank you. For your own sweet sake
Act like it matters, even when it doesn't;
Then they will think you're made of solid gold,
That every word you said was true (it wasn't)
And that your stories aren't threadbare and old.
Or you can just yell loudly. That can work
But sometimes they will notice you're a jerk.
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