New Aged Thor
My hammer replaced by a cell serviced machine,
Instead of making thunder I’m posting funny memes.
Creating a ruckus isn’t what I do anymore,
Shopping for a new hammer on my hand held store.
A wave of my hand and I can make everything dash,
a tap with my hammer I make the sky flash.
I tap with my hammer I make a big boom,
with this new handheld device I order food to my room.
no need to ride the thunder I nap during my shift,
A ride to the city so I use this app called lyft.
my lighting is bright and my thunder is super,
lyft isn’t working, so I think I’ll use Uber.
back to my home I scroll through twitter,
No more use for my hammer so I grow old and bitter.
a nap and a break, this new aged Thor is a poser,
in the distance thunder rumbles as the storm is getting closer.
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