All Hands on Deck
It's not resentment that you feel You know my grievances were real And know, too, a thought's a thing Receiver repercussions bring
Apologies as always for the traffic, trains and neighborhood fauna.
Get over it
Are we doomed endless to recreate Each morbid Hominid stupidity? I should a tablet of my own create And have it buried right along with me!
We need to loosen up -- yes, it is time.