Mister Know-it-All
A holiday comes
a holiday goes
Will it come again
God only knows
Aw, cut the crap
I ain't fallin' in this trap
Of course it's comin' next year
Go soak your brain in stale beer
Not-so-fast, Mr. Know-it-All
Your ego's cruisin' for a fall
Next year, 2024, there'll be a world war
Bombs, missiles, lots of gore
You mean, the world might end
before my favorite holiday
Well, at least now I've reason
to ditch the dogma and pray
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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