Page 74 of Perfect Order

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Carys worries.

Deciding to lighten the mood, I begin to play a familiar tune and start singing a song Lee called “deplorable at best. If anyone with any taste ever hears it, they would never believe we’re related.”

“Well, let’s see if she’s right,” I murmur before I start to sing.

On your mark, ready, set, let’s go

Secure it now, I know you know

I go psycho when we flip that bit

Just can’t sit

Gotta get stiggy wit it, ooh, that’s it

Now SRG done lie

POAM all up in my eye

You gotta VM, swag with a lotta mods in it

Done gave it to your friend, let’s spin

A new account for you and me, eye that bid

Wishin’ they was lockin’ the rig

Here it’s been auto-mated

Ultra-laxed right to fuba-fubar

I just write it

It’s in a nook, we don’t like it

Locked away all day in the secure bay no Ray

Give it up stiggy, this is the way

Yo, grab the source from git

Ha ha

Automation’s all in it

What? You wanna call with the pid?

Watch your grep, you might stall

Trying to do what it said

I’ma, uh, I’ma, uh I’ma, much closer

In the middle of the rules with the big ass club, uh

No love for the haters, the haters

Mad ’cause I got more locks on the visors