2022
the laughter floats my way,
there's nothing to say,
why would I want to join the conversation,
because what if that all leads to us all ending up at a police station,
talk to the wrongs kids and you end up with a black eye,
or your face covered in pie,
or possibly you might even die,
don't ask me why,
it's twenty twenty two,
but I bet you already knew,
it's the year nobody knows what to do,
it's the year for you to just be you
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