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Day 281 – We Were All Amoebas

With a microphone support system wrapped around his heart
he could say anything he pleased, anything at all
but he chose to say what he really thought
and it wasn’t very funny.

With a PBR in his hand and a grudge from too little sex
he could’ve made a joke about mean women
but he chose to say what he really thought
and it wasn’t very clever.

He thought we were all amoebas floating in space,
he thought none of this would ever really matter.
If we wouldn’t laugh it didn’t matter.

He said we didn’t exist, or if we did it was in his mind,
that all of us were all inside his head

and I thought it was funny, very funny indeed
that a man should care so much about making us laugh

when we were all amoebas, anyway.

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