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He wasn't a bad guy
He was just doing his job
Thrown from so high
By the Nicelander mob
But they didn't care
They didn't understand
It wasn't fair
But what was in Niceland?
Hated and feared
Shunned and scorned
They had jeered
The label he adorned
He was apart of the game, too
Why couldn't they see?
But they couldn't see through
Their judgment and naivety
Trust in the code
Stay away from the bad guy
Stick to your cushy adobe
And let the insults fly
But Ralph was done
He wanted to be a hero
Someone who won
No longer a zero
So he set out quick
To accomplish his goal
Will our hero be thick?
Or make it out of this hole?