One bright summer morning the assholes took flight,
Soaring on smugness, crowned with delight,
Yet as their wings filled the sky, a chill filled the air,
As the Sun’s bursting radiance went dark in despair.
“Come now, good sir,” the assholes exhorted,
“Your work goes undone! Get yourself sorted.”
“If the choice must be made,” the Sun humbly intoned,
“Between ending all life and enduring your moans,
“My choice is quite clear, gentlemen.” And with that,
The Sun snuffed the lights, and the assholes went “splat!”
I am sure this is very deep and full of meaning as well as funny as can be. Thank you for sharing. Sending you love. ❤
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You too – thank you! It’s meant to be a little shel Silverstein – quirky, satirical, nursery rhyme- ish
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It is all of those things and more. ❤
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