The Abc's of Life
B follows A
And C proceeds D
It's a formula older than time
The lowest sink of
debauchery to the ilks
Of a sort seem sublime
A pail full of
Crabs
Will stay to the brim
Each holding the
Other
In place
That none should struggle
Perchance to escape
the fate some have
Chosen to face
As the pails contents
Scramble and roil
And the water before them
Comes to a boil
They gleefully chortle
To this hope that is mine
Don't be afraid the water is fine
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