11/8/24
Far away in jungles deep,
from the widest snows now weep.
There you’ll find what you dreamt dear,
has been cut all but clear
Chant your protests big and loud
beat your head into the ground.
Oh oh oh, they’ll never learn
Why would they? They won’t burn.
Oh oh oh, that’s for us (we can swim).
So send your soul up to the sun
have we all had our fun?
Pray for rain all you want,
tell the kids “it’s alright.”
-Aric B.
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