It's a long laugh of brevity,
it's a direct road to heredity.
Headless and blameless,
We skip through continuum,
We flip our hair flippantly,
We repeat ourselves, repeatedly.
We draw the wreckage to our breast,
We eat it for breakfast and then get dressed.
But why bother with such pleasantries -
When misery so loves our company?
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