Shit Just Got Shitty

Back in nineteen we was all the rage.

You didn’t need a ration app

And no damn cage.

Faraday the rage.

Finally came of age.

Lighten up the page.

Listen to the whispers.

Friggin little crisprs.

Wait until they disperse.

We don’t wanna die.

Can’t begin to try.

Tell you maybe why.

You are not the guy.

Lead us into bat doh…

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