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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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