Here's to a former Q neighbour. Fuck you apartment 3.

Disclaimer: If you feel personally attacked by this, get upset with yourself, not me. I'm making fun of a caricature. I don't personally know you.

You can hear them in the Canex,
Making quite a fuss.
They'll call the RSM, you see,
Dependa-pota-mus.

They spend all day on Socials,
Gossip to discuss.
Self-made experts of grand intel,
Dependa-pota-mus.

From Gagetown, Pet, to Edmonton,
They are not a must.
Thinking they are God's gift to base,
Dependa-pota-mus.

All the snapping of their fingers,
Can sometimes concuss.
I pity ev'ry child they have.
Dependa-pota-mus.

They do not seem to 'er workout,
Waistline's always plus.
The juicy-princess pants will stretch,
Dependa-pota-mus.

Don't shit-talk their position,
They will bitch and cuss.
So thank them all for their service,
Dependa-pota-mus.