The Ballad of Salad

June 16, 2019

I guess the start was at salad

But before it nothing but glee

Hopes of fame and glory seem invalid

For taxes and loans became upon me

Yet childhood has not left departed

There is no life worth living without fun

I seek peace and wisdom, oops I farted

You see, the time for fame and glory has not run

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