Oh, projector number four,
standing there on the cold unswept floor,
I want to treasure you and show you love,
an emotion I have found that you are quite void of.
Oh why won't you stop brian-wrapping on me?
I love you, I need you (and this job), can't you see???
Your focus knob is broken,
Your masking won't open.
You apature plate slips out.
Geeze, now what is this sound problem I hear about?
Oh, Projector number four,
Oh Why God, Oh Why God? No MORE!
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