Transcrip of Selmers "Baby Billionare" poem?

[solamon77]

Does anyone have a transcript of this awesome poem? I'd love to hear it again.

Man, this game really needs a chapter select.

[Ezyl]

Selmers: this is called
Selmers: “There’s no reception in Possum Springs”
Mae: ha ha ha!
Bea: she’s not wrong!
Selmers: *ahrrm ahrrrm*
<<fadeOutMusic 5>>
Selmers: No | Reception | Here
Selmers: I wave my | black phone
Selmers: In the air like a flare | like a prayer | but no | reception
Selmers: I read on the internet | baby face boy billionaire
Selmers: phone app sold | made more money in one day | than my family | over 100 generations
Selmers: More than my whole world ever has
Selmers: world where house-buying jobs | became rent-paying jobs | became living with family jobs
Selmers: Boy | billionaires
Selmers: Money is access | access to politicians | waiting for us to die | lead in our water | alcohol and painkillers
Selmers: replace my job with an app | replace my dreams | of a house and a yard
Selmers: with a couch | in the basement
Selmers: "The future is yours!"
Selmers: forced 24-7 entrepreneurs.
Selmers: I just want a paycheck | and my own life
Selmers: i'm on the couch | in the basement | they're in the house | and the yard
Selmers: some night i will catch | a bus out to | the west coast
Selmers: and burn their silicon city | to the ground
<<set $saw_selmers_deliver_poem_at_poets_society to 1>>
<<wait 2>>
<<unlockDoodle SelmersGoodPoet>>
Bea: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Mae: wow. damn.
Bea: huh. She rhymed “entrepreneur”
Mae: i don’t even know what that word means
Selmers: thanks everyone
Bea: is she always like this?
Mae: no
Mae: wow.
Bea: huh
MissQuelcy: thanks everyone. See you in two weeks.
Mae: HEY SELMERS
Selmers: WHAT
Mae: I LIKED YOUR WEIRD POEM
Selmers: THANKS I WROTE IT MYSELF
Bea: wait, was the assumption that she *didn't* write it hers-
Mae: NICE WORK SMELLMER
Selmers: I DON'T LIKE THAT NICKNAME
Bea: what are you two-
Mae: SORRY
Selmers: IT'S COOL
Bea: can we go now?
<<unlockAchievement Poets_of_Possum_Springs>>