Traffic jams are a way of life,
delays will halt your path
Meanness always will exist,
destroy it with a laugh
Mime artists will try, as they may,
but end up looking daft
Ginger hair is not a curse,
it's a historical design,
When you inhale your overpriced coffee,
you'll believe that all is sublime.
You will walk on a crack in the pavement,
you won't come to any harm,
I'm just starting up the car,
first stop, is the funny farm
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