The world was wiser when we were young.
I must admit that times are tough,
Sitting in the shadow of donkey dung.
The millenials are in a state of depression,
The bells of delirium have been rung.
They think it's climate change and microaggression,
Not detecting the shadow of donkey dung.
Myriads of manly beasts whose moniker I shall not mention,
Their carcasses are rotting in the sun,
All because they refused to pay attention,
To the shadow of donkey dung.
Perhaps it was better not to see it,
And that this song had not been sung.
But here I am and so be it,
Sitting in the shadow of donkey dung.
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