I speak in rhymes and mysteries
Because that’s how I think
My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons
It is how I do my best to get along in this world
This place not built for people like me
Because they destroyed our better society
To exploit you and me
So now we’re race horses tied to plowshares
Pretending to enjoy our careers
As we watch the years drive by
And just wonder
Why is it this way?
Until our heads are filled with gray
And our mush
Turns to dust
As our soul rusts into oblivion
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Sad truth, very well expressed!