Jukebox of Fools

Now that we’ve entered society’s carnival of dark souls, we gotta worry about maniacs mistaking us for shooting galleries. Now that all the president’s grey matter has been scribed onto a grain of rice, it’s time we consider that serious food for thought. Now that everything means nothing and nothing means everything, it’s time to buy a dictionary of disaster’s undoing. Now that the jukebox of fools is blasting full volume, it’s time we spend our quarters on a far better song. Now that the womb-to-tomb express seems a much wilder ride, better to cool jazz our razzmatazz before we reach the darkside.

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