I sing of a coin called a penny
Whose value was just less than “any”.
It was cash, free and legal, and yet it
Was not worth the effort to get it.
If it’s true what the president hinted
No longer will such coins be minted
And I for one ponder this pickle:
Will folks still pay for a souvenir nickel?
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If at first you don’t succeed
Succumb to existential greed
And steal from folks for their own good
And then claim you’re misunderstood.
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If your chorus is just one sentence
Repeated exactly four times
That song isn’t actually music
And one day you’ll pay for your crimes.
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Eighteen times we swung our putters.
Eighteen times a whole in one.
Some people started at the green
But starting at the hole is way more fun.
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If instead of wearing masks
And going to school and work online
We had just put on some badass capes
The kids would all be fine.
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Fire truck is red and bright,
Its sirens wailing in the night,
Filled with heroes of to save
A sassy lass or naive nave.
Fire truck goes very fast
And makes a whoosh as it goes past.
The fire sought by me was started
Because the neighbors said “retarded.”
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D and D went long.
We were fighting evil frogs!
What do you mean, “Nerd”?
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