Date: October 4th, 2022 4:10 PM
Author: Bat Shit Crazy Yarmulke
Well, I had to shed a tear for my poor daddy
This morning when we put him in the ground
And as I watched the dirt he'd worked fall o'er his coffin
I wondered where, in such a life, any larger meaning or purpose could be found
For he lived as quietly and ignorantly as an animal
He died pathetic, penniless, and alone
And the worst thing is, even if he'd been some kind of a genius
A hundred years from now, who would've known?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5205230&forum_id=2#45279300)