The rhymes, they aren’t a changing.

The line was drawn

the curse cast

the worst are now first,

they stand

in the hallway, they block the doors

and yes

we’ve been drenched

to the bone,

the times have been changed

now

your son’s and daughters

are now

old, wary of change

they

sing the old songs

as if

the lyrics are dead words

memorised

in a life less liturgy.

C

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