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TO THE DOCTOR


Dear Doctor, Willy is pathologically greedy
I think his is a mental health emergency
He needs urgent help or else he will eat his own children
In fact he may eat his entire household
Community, county and even the whole county

Doctor, Willy is a pathological liar
He lies everywhere even where bare eyes can see
He say there is no one who is emaciated
That the death of his brothers was not from malnutrition
Yet we know that he ate all the food that could be eaten

Doctor, Willy needs urgent help
He has turned into a dangerous vermin
He eats everything, he eats money, electric wires, railway lines
Tar that would be used to make road,
People are afraid, will eat them all, all of them to the last one

Seriously, Willy is mad
He has lost is conscience, he has lost his reason
He is a sociopath, psychopath, kleptomaniac and more
He has lost his humanity
He is an alien,

Doctor, Willy is drunk
He is drunk and addicted to cold power
His morals are staggering, they are no longer stable
He will one day stable and die of this madness
Doctor, Willy needs help

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