My neighbor, is the famous, Big Beautiful Bill,
He lives in a travel trailer, up on the hill,
It causes me, groin pinching pain,
Wen Bill does a septic tank.drain,
And, my yard becomes a toxic, chemical spill.
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My neighbor, is the famous, Big Beautiful Bill,
He lives in a travel trailer, up on the hill,
It causes me, groin pinching pain,
Wen Bill does a septic tank.drain,
And, my yard becomes a toxic, chemical spill.
I went downstairs to see my neighbor, Big Beautiful Bill,
He lives in the big apartment, beneath my windowsill,
Bill rests, and lays around during days,
Goes to the disco, at night, and plays,
Sometimes he opens his door, and people hang out and chill.
The only thing I'm allowed to do on the internet, is watch pornography, and shop,
If I try to leave a comment any place, I get warned, banned, blocked, full stop,
I tried my own web site, once or twice,
Was taken down, by complaints, or Vice,
Belief in a social media? That brain vein has gone pop.
My robot is missing, several very important parts,
I gambled them away, playing the fun, famous game of darts,
I lost his voice box, and both eyes,
So in silence, my sad bot cries,
I lost the battery, but somehow, the old robot still starts.
I've been doomscrolling, all day, and all night long,
I've been humming the catchy, Doomscrolling Song,
It just isn't fair,
My future ain't there,
The world is so bad, where did we go wrong?
I bought a little pet tariff, and he sits out in the trees,
He never moves at all, except when he's bending in the breeze,
This sounds kind of funny,
He only eats money,
Feeding my tariff, makes me so poor, I fall down on my knees.
I went to Canada, to buy stuff to make tasty s'mores,
I had to sneak into the place, with my boat that has oars,
Not a very easy ride,
There's sea monsters, at low tide,
After battling monsters, my body was covered with sores,
Retirement savings has tanked so much, I'll have to move to Greenland, to retire,
I'm not so smart that I know why,
But, the stock market, it done die,
And, I borrowed money for some heats and eats, to my mortgaged dump, I say goodbye.
I once had an enormous chicken, and his name was Little Dick,
Little Dick was a feisty, rooster, and his comb was long and thick,
Dick's friend was an itsy, bitsy Beagle,
The Beagle was taken by an eagle,
The eagle grabbed the Beagle to feed to its last surviving chick.
I visited my friend Trina, She's lodged in the town, clink,
Trina fell off a low garden wall, after too much to drink,
Someone called for the cops,
Sirens raced through all stops,
I bought Trina a dress for court; it's long, frilly and pink.
Dynamite, Boom, Up
Up, Up, Boom, Boom, Metal, Hunks
Down, Crash, Money, Burns
Here Van Die Vliee sells electric cars,
They often are dreaming of tripping to mars,
But there's errors in their summing,
Those errors they are mumming,
So investors and bankers, keep coining Vliee's jars.
I got killed by a rouge, cyber truck, today,
My silly, old soul has done, floated away,
There was a big crash,
An explosion, a flash,
Birds cleanup my pieces, the red and charred grey. .