All my life I've worried about the ride ending. Leaving gas in the tank of the car traded-in. I've saved
t shirts to keep from wearing them out till I outgrew them. I've even saved the biggest, most perfect banana until it turned brown.
Now, it's too late to be cheated, past any chance of leaving a good looking corpse.
I don't have to wear pants, speak softly or show up, pretending to like my work.
If I tell you something now, I probably mean it.
Funny, nothing's much changed.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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