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poem
What’s wrong with these people
Are they insane
I don’t care who won the car race
They’re not even cars
I mean it’s so inane
Then there’s climate change
What’s the deal
There’s no feel
Shouldn’t they be eating cake somewhere
Down at heel
You don’t own a Ferrari
Or an Aston Martin
What the hell is an Aston Martin
Just another snake sliding through traffic
Just another diamond to enthral
Added weight to make you crawl
Trophy for the wall
Just another burden for the poor
To adore
Hope for
Roar — go hard-core
Pedal to the floor
To die for
Thunderstruck
O right — that’s what was in store >
Take it to the party and dream, sure
You just won’t be waking up with it, that’s all
