There once was a boy who sat at his keyboard
and wrote songs for the dead as his life slowly wilted away.
Like a flower with no sun or water to speak of
his petals were falling and his walls were closing in.
All he needed was something, so his passion wouldn't go to waste.
So he started writing songs for his good friends, and the smiles that replaced
the frowns and tears from all those troubled years. And from that moment on
he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
After time spent honing his craft, he went on reddit and politely asked
"Is there anything at all that you'd like to hear?"
And out came all the trolls, but he respectfully paid his toll
and wrote a song about spacedicks and a violated dog.
But the beauty of experience is that it's something we all share.
The threshold of perception and the different things we care
about makes rhapsody and perfectly harmonious harmonies
that we, at the very least, can laugh about.
And that boy gave his life and his energy to others,
because we're all on this planet together
like subatomic sisters and brothers laughing and sharing
everything we've got because if you don't
all of this was for naught.
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