I was informed that today was Popcorn Friday. Popcorn on a Thursday? This is madness! The world has shifted! But as I am a lowly bug in the ranks of the universe, unable to utter protest of any force or gravity, I write a poem to those from whom all declarations flow.
I feel as if the world has broken down,
I feel as if the world has broken down,
been rent asunder by the forces far above,
Burnett, the Great and Mighty ruler of
us all, has shrugged and we have moved
to acquiesce upon the pain of death.
We bow before you, keeper of the corn.
We bow before you, keeper of the corn.
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