sitting down I feel like stopping
that’s the sound of tall cans popping
the economy, it’s not slowing
that disparity is growing
I cannot bust out cheesy rhyming couplets like this without evoking the psychedelic paddle boat trip through the tunnel where Willy Wonka loses his shit and the kids are trying to keep it together for an everlasting gobstopper…
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a–blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.
–Roald Dahl
Dahl wrote some crazy stuff that was not for kids. And some of his stuff for kids was not really for kids.
“the snozberries taste like snozberries”
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