Lyrics To A Simpler Time

The Jokes On Me

In my teens, I once crapped in a paper bag

The ingredients of a great prank I had

    Toss, burn, smear, and/or bake

    A choice I couldn’t make

And, that’s why, today, my attic smells so bad.

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