He took us from our homes. He forced us to work in his factory. Never allowed to leave. Never aloud to have fun. Forced to work with no sleep. Whipped us every time we messed up the song in rehearsal. The factory now belongs to the Oompa Loompa. Willy Wonka is dead and there is piss in all your chocolate.
(I HATE WATCHBACKS)
Joined 19 April 2015