sombs

for

well

I'm

a financial district with a sweat of the workers can be felt as you

trot up the stairs that their blood was poured for in order to make people

in order to rich the Rockefeller zone the buildings across the way

other giant corporate and jazze zone these buildings

fucking bay than the glow of corporate safety ladies and gentlemen

as once again we join hands and join hearts

and try to find some solace at the end of what can only be described as

a year to fucking end all fucking years

we are not looking back tonight we're looking forward to next year

when David Bowie appears above the earth in a flaming vehicle

and shoots lightning bolts out his ass with prints

at the direction of George Michael and destroys all evil that is laugh standing

the air that and this is just my prediction and I'm not even going out on a

limb I'm going out on one of those banana flavored milk weird rectangular boxes

no old-white guy wins an election next year

what about the good ones sorry it's over you had you say you stayed your time

hey remember when the mammals took over from the dinosaurs this is like that

giant lumbering small-brain things only controlled by Russian bots

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