Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Terrible Poem That Rhymes Until It Does Not

I’ve got the brain of Ron Jeremy,
And Shakespeare’s meat;
My hands are like Pele’s,
On my legs, Glenn Gould’s feet.

I’ve got Walton’s durability,
And Vin Scully’s height;
Hit the curve like Michael Jordan,
Hit the three like David Wright.

In my next life,
I’ll invade Russia.

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