One day the bottom will drop out.

I hate Reggae music with a passion,

I don’t think it was ever in fashion,

the beats are boring and lame,

and the lyrics are all the same

about happy and reefer and jive.


Although a certain lyric came to thought,

this rainy day the skies have brought,

about the bottom falling out one eventually,

out of a bucket you need potentially,


A bucket to wrap up your mind,

and that keeps it in a tidy bind,

to hold your feeling and emotions in,

and keep you wanting to be thin.


Thin is in and happiness is not,

and the whole world will go to pot,

election finished, work is still here,

and all I want is a beer.




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