We Shall Be Dust
People do like mischief and chatter,
Really, what does it all matter?
It is only about chaff and stuff,
In 100 years, we'll all be dust,
This is what makes me meaner,
As i empty more dust from the vacuum cleaner,
We shall all be a little pile of dust,
And our pets, a tiny heap of fluff!
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