(More like a poem but my friends said it could be turned into a song so-)
I saw the woeful scarcity of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned dearth.
Death is inferior. dearth are wretched,
death is execrable, however.
I cannot help but stop and look at absolute facts.
Do facts make you shiver?
do they?
Interruption, however hard they try,
Will always be zany.
Never forget the humorous and silly interruption.
Pay attention to the leave,
leaves are the most yellow pass away of all.
Does leaving make you shiver?
do they?
Don't believe that weaknesses are acute?
weaknesses are chronic beyond belief.
Does weakness make you shiver?
do they?
Pay attention to the inability,
Inability is the most mere quality of all.
Never forget the bare and simple inability.
(I have another one if you'd like that one too, or not that's fine)
