How is this little girl insulting that four-eyed idiot again? I, the lamp, must compose a poem……
Once I was a frog in a well, then—by chance—I dressed in a suit as a guest.
I pick up leftovers and half a卷 of books, then I sit in the well and draw K-lines.
I string along the tadpoles, then I return commissions that bring luck and misfortune.
When it comes to losing money in the real account, I angrily point at the dog庄 for being wrong.
I’ve devoured customers’ loss-meat, yet still sing songs of “great sorrow.”
Busy arranging a cigar photo-op, posing for selfies to play the big boss.